⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ tengen fucking you behind his wives’ backs
tengen knows he shouldn’t be seeing you, especially when he has three wives at home who don’t particularly like you — and for good reason. but he just can’t help the way he’s grown addicted to you, and especially addicted to the way your pussy feels around his thick cock as your gummy walls tighten around him every time he’s inside.
his wives have every reason to be suspicious of you with the way tengen’s eyes linger on you for too long or the way you look up at him with that playful glint they know all too well. they see the way he’s overly friendly with you, the lingering touches and the way he laughs with crinkles next to his eyes, the type of laughter they rarely see anymore. and to anyone else, it was painfully obvious what was going on between you two, but tengen always reassured them that you were nothing more than friends, and that they had nothing to worry about.
he’ll say that, then not even a few hours later find himself in your home late at night when his wives are asleep, fucking you deep into the mattress with your legs resting on his broad shoulders as you cry out his name and your pussy swallows his length whole, like you were made perfectly for him.
sex with you is just something else. with the way your pussy sucks him in so eagerly, desperate to swallow him whole as your walls flutter around his shaft — it has tengen completely addicted and completely at your mercy, even if he knew it was wrong. but even the thought of his wives finding out definitely doesn’t make him stop, only adding to the thrill.
“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby..”, he’ll mutter against your ear as he watches you come undone beneath him, admiring the sight of your parted lips and half lidded eyes as he continues to stretch you out with his cock, his mushroom tip throbbing when he nears his peak while snapping his hips forward.
and as he watches the way you cum, writhing beneath him with pretty babbles and the high pitched moan of his name, it has tengen’s throbbing cock still hard and eager to pound your overstimulated pussy over and over despite the overflow of cum in the clear latex around his cock, and he honestly can’t help but wish he didn’t have to use this stupid condom, the thought of claiming you as his own from filling you up with his seed sounding way more appealing.
18+ your first time with the hashiras . . . ❤︎ ⋮ requested. ━━━ ⌗ contains: obanai, sanemi, kyojuro, giyuu, & tengen.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 ⸝⸝
𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈’s stare is cold and piercing, but warmth lingers where his fingertips last traced a trail down your stomach. he’s extremely gentle, preparing you earnestly before he does anything else. he makes sure that you’re relaxed enough by encouraging and reassuring you, talking you through the entire way.
“breathe.. just like that. you’re doing so well.” he says, pushing in slowly to not hurt you. he lets you whine, lets you take all the time you needed to adjust before moving, starting off with shallow thrusts until you’re ready to take all of him.
and once you are — the pace builds up, the room gets hotter, and your moans get louder. he kept his eyes locked on yours the entire time, treasuring every sound that he coaxed out of you. obanai doesn’t stop praising you throughout the entire exchange, watchful of your comfort and enjoyment.
and the moment you shuddered around him, babbling about how good it felt, he didn’t just feel proud of himself, but of you too. he wanted you to cherish this moment just as much as he did, and he made sure of that.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 ⸝⸝
𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 was impatient, but that was only because he was anxious. he didn’t know how to be gentle, yet he still slows down when he remembers that it’s your first time. you may not have noticed, but his jaw was clenched so tightly when he slid your underwear off, trying to hold himself back as much as he could to not lose it right then and there.
“‘nemi—it hurts—!” you cried, nails digging into his forearms as he stretched you out. “it hurts? sorry, i’ll slow down. tell me if it’s too much.” the thing is, he wasn’t even halfway in yet, contemplating whether to pull out or continue letting himself in. “haah—nngh! too big, ‘nemi—aah—“ tears clung onto your lashes with every inch he pushed in, his size way too big for you to accommodate. “shit—you’re so tight.. fuck, don’t tense up like that, baby. don’t wanna hurt you.”
and when he finally bottomed out with a groan, tip kissing your cervix for a while before you allowed him to move, the pain faded into something else — something hot and overwhelmingly blissful. eventually, you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you, while sanemi did all he could to withhold his desire.
rough thrusts slipped in here and there, because he couldn’t help himself. but sanemi always reined himself back when he saw you wince. it drove him crazy to be restrained, but if he had hurt you, even in the slightest bit, he would’ve never forgave himself.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 ⸝⸝
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 was already showering you with love and praises before you even started, pressing kisses on every inch of your skin. “don’t be afraid, my love.” he tells you. that he’ll make you feel good, he says. and you trust him.
he takes his time exploring your body, worshipping all of you. his touch was warm, reverent hands roaming your body like you were delicate. he wasn’t in a rush to be inside of you — rather, his goal was to just show you how much he truly loved you, every part of you. being your first, to him, was just a bonus. still, he couldn’t have been more thankful that you let him do so.
“beautiful—you’re so beautiful, my love.” his thumb traced circles on the back of your hand, fingers laced with each other’s as he sank into you slowly. his rhythm was steady and gentle, frighteningly controlled as he murmured sweet praises into your ear.
though, he didn’t need to use words nor actions to express the extent of his love and devotion to you. because his gaze said enough — lovestruck, and filled with adoration.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 ⸝⸝
𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 hesitated to even touch you, constantly double-checking if you were sure if you truly wanted this. his hands trembled as he mapped out your body, trying to memorise the way you felt in his hands, the way the warmth of your soft skin lingered on his palms.
he liked to keep you close, chest pressed against yours as he buried himself in the crook of your neck while his length throbbed inside of you, unmoving. he stayed completely still until you told him he could move, letting out a sigh of relief when you said that it felt good.
giyuu didn’t say much, but hushed confessions slipped past his lips, unknowingly lost in the pleasure. “so perfect—so fucking perfect.” his thrusts were careful but deep, blunt head pressing against your cervix every time he buried himself to the hilt. he’s so attentive to the way your body reacts — every jolt of your body, when your walls clench around him — he makes sure he never goes too fast or pushes in too roughly.
he fucks you so softly that even when you told him he could go faster, he refused. because he knew that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to control himself anymore.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 ⸝⸝
𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 was determined to make sure that you were comfortable, willingly throwing away his own pleasure for the sake of yours. he wanted it to be memorable for you, it was a special moment after all.
he’s extra careful at first — stroking your hair and kissing your forehead, going on and on about how beautiful you looked, undressing you slowly so that it didn’t feel rushed. he kissed your hand when he slid in, splitting you apart inch by inch, wiping the tears that collected at the corner of your eyes.
his hip rocked against yours at a consistent pace, one that erased all the pain and drowned it all out with pleasure. “don’t hold back, i want to hear every sound.” he said, pinning your wirsts above your head as he pounded into you. he wasn’t rough, but he still squeezed out cries from the perfectly angled position that he was fucking you in.
tengen kissed every tear that slipped down your cheek, giving you constant praises when you were overwhelmed, talking you through it all. “you’re doing so well, baby.” he would say. and he was always so patient with you, going at your pace until you were ready for more.
your husband had a very convenient advantage over you.
and that would be picking you up— whenever and wherever.
falling asleep anywhere other than your bed was never an issue, not with him around. because rest assured— your very strong, very responsible and very devoted husband, has made it his mission to pick up his beloved wife and deliver her to safety and comfort.
you fell asleep on the couch while reading a book or watching a movie? no problem, he had already anticipated it. cue him carefully picking you up bridal style, grip firm but gentle, your head comfortably cradled against his chest. then, he'd start walking to your shared bedroom with slow steps— but not before staring at your sleeping face for a moment with a painfully tender gaze and pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. everytime you woke up, you would find yourself neatly tucked in bed with him holding you close to him or simply gazing at you in quiet awe, like you were the very embodiment of beauty itself. (to him, you were, even if you disagreed.)
now, that's not the only place where his strength came to use. whenever you decide to act stubborn and bratty, you'd best be prepared for a pair of large, steady and warm hands to suddenly settle themselves on your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. he'd go on about his day just like that as if he didn't have a living, breathing, adult-sized human creating a fuss over his shoulder. he'll only put you down when he feels like it. or maybe if you manage to bribe him with some affection… (spoiler; it always works.)
another time would be when you're feeling particularly lazy to get up from bed in the morning. you don't want to get up? that's fine too, he'll let you latch onto him like a koala— your arms lazily looped around his neck, legs around his waist, and his hand keeping you steady while he casually takes a sip of his coffee with the other. that's his life now. happy wife, happy life.
however, there was also a time when he had you questioning your entire existence. you were standing in front of a drawer, very much distracted by an item in your hands. it just so happened that your husband needed to get something from the said drawer. his solution? extraordinary. lift you off the ground by your waist, relocate you to the side, get his drawer business done and casually go on and about with his day. you only processed this a minute later and he had no idea why you kept on staring at him like he had personally rewritten the laws of the universe itself.
long story short, he loved picking you up— even during times when it was unnecessary. why? because he simply could. and also because it was the perfect excuse to have you in his arms yet again.
calm!reader and her loud and dramatic boyfriend, tengen uzui ˚.✦
“I am NOT going,” Tengen comes back from his wardrobe still in just boxers and half painted eyeliner. He sits on the edge of the bed, arms crossed over his chest and a pout.
“Mm?” you lift your head from your book, you finish getting ready for this party about twenty minutes ago, full make up, hair and outfit, everything ready. “What happened, my love?”
He looks at you from over his shoulder, the pout growing bigger (definitely not to pity him). “I can’t find a good outfit. Nothing worthy of standing beside you tonight. Nothing!”
You tilt your head, pressing your lips in a kind smile and scooting over behind him. You rub his chest, your nails raking through it and him melting into it. “Go search a little more, c’mon. You have a lot of clothes.”
“Hm…” He pretends to think about it, although he’s just trying to keep himself in your arms, when you pat his chest, he gets up instantly. “Okay, I’ll go!”
A few moments later he finds the perfect purple shirt for his outfit and asks you to help him finish his make up only to have you in his lap, as close as possible.
You and him always arrive to parties late (his fault) and leave parties early (your fault). He’s the center of attention every goddamn time, telling stories to people he just met, his arms slash through the air, people crowd around him, laughing, gasping at every exaggerated detail.
But when he sees you sitting on a couch not too far away from him (for him it feels like miles away), sipping on your drink while you stare at his ass, he shushes all the people, announcing that he has to go back to his partner because he can’t function well without you.
“Oh my god, Tengen,” you say, with a flustered laugh because you could hear him perfectly. He’s already sat by your side, arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“But I want to,” he says, close to your ear as he leaves kisses on your cheek. “I love the look on your face when I talk about you.”
“You scream about me,” you remind him, squeezing his arm and laying your cheek on his shoulder.
He notices your little sigh and how your body relaxes when he’s pressed to you. He draws little patterns on your arm, letting you a few moments of physical contact before saying: “Do you wanna go home? These people are boring.”
You lift your gaze, blinking slowly. “You were laughing a few moments ago, Tengen.”
“I was laughing at my own jokes, let’s get out of here.” He grabs your hand, lifting you easily and pulling you across the dancefloor.
He always knows when you’re done for the night, and when you’re done, he is too.
Tengen has this burst of love and intensity where he lays on top of you, purposefully trapping you below his body because he’s way taller and stronger that you and makes you look straight into his eyes while he tells you:
“I would die for you,” he declares. “I would burn down entire cities, shatter the heavens themselves if it meant keeping you safe. You are my goddess, my everything. Without you, I am nothing but noise in an empty world.”
You lie there beneath him, used to these sudden storms of his affection. Your hands rest calmly on his back, fingers tracing slow circles over his muscles as he keeps talking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Every breath I take is for you,” he continues, voice rising with passion. “I worship the ground you walk on. You calm the chaos inside me. I would kneel for you, fight for you, live every second like it is my last just to see you smile. My love, my partner, my only peace. Tell me you know how deeply I adore you. Say it.”
A warm flush creeps up your neck and across your cheeks, he is so intense, so extra, turning a simple moment on the couch into something epic and overwhelming. Yet you cannot help but adore him for it.
You meet his eyes without looking away, your voice soft and even. “I know, Tengen. You tell me every day.”
He groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck for a second before pulling back to trap you with his stare again. “Not enough! Words are never enough for what I feel. I want to shout it from the rooftops until the whole city knows you own me completely. You are the silence I crave after every battle. I would lay down my swords, my pride, my life for one more moment like this with you.”
You smile quietly, sliding your fingers up into his silver hair and tugging gently to settle him. Even pinned under his massive frame, you feel safe, loved in the loud, all-consuming way only he can give. “I love you too, by the way,” you whisper into his hair. “Even when you’re loud as fuck.”
He lifts his head fast, gasping and leaning to fill your face with kisses. You burst out laughing because it tickles, “Tengen!”
“Mm, I love you tooooo,” he sings, now licking your cheeks between kisses.
“Ew! Tengen, you’re gross!” You try to push his face away except you’re not really applying any force, you’re just giggling as he hugs you tighter and kisses you slower, now trapping your lips in a soft and wet kiss.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mostly sfw but suggestive/implied nsfw in places, gn!reader, poly in tengen's part, sanemi's having almost an entire drabble in it 💀
𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔
— Kyojuro hasn’t been picked up since he was a child, so you can imagine his surprise when he rushes in for a bear hug and suddenly his feet are off the ground. Kyojuro knows he isn’t small by any means, but you wrapped your arms around his middle and hoisted him up as if he weighed nothing at all!
— He’s delighted! In awe of his partner’s strength, and quite vocal about his approval.
“My flame is so strong! So bold!” he laughs heartily, his rugged hands finding your shoulders for balance, though you don’t even seem to be straining even a little. “I’m not too heavy for you?”
Ah, there it is, that lilt of concern in his tone that makes your heart grow fonder.
“Not for me, darling,” you hum, and his grin widens, dimpling his reddening cheeks. “But I’ll put you down if you don’t like it.”
“No need! I quite like the view from up here!” One of his hands settles on top of your head, and the other shields his eyes from the sun as he observes the surrounding shops, pointing out what looks to be a quaint restaurant. You get odd looks as you carry him across the square, though you’re both too focused on filling your bellies to pay them any heed.
— If you’re taller / larger in stature or build, his heart is all aflutter when you pick him up and settle him on your hip like you would a toddler, reminding him all at once of your size difference. He might be hesitant to cling to you at first, always mindful that he’s far from light, but gods, does he love to be held.
— If you’re smaller in stature, that only makes your eagerness to have your arms full of him that much more impressive to him (as well as endearing).
— Can you blame him if his first desire after a long night is to leap into your arms, wrap his tired limbs around you, and never let go? You seem to like it anyway, tucking an arm underneath his rear and allowing his legs to wrap around your hips without missing a beat.
— You exchange many kisses with him gathered in your arms, eager lips finding yours with such a force, it makes you stumble backward. Your teeth knock clumsily, but his thick fingers sinking into your hair distract you from his blunder, all but forgotten as his tongue seeks your own.
𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈
— Tengen has always been large, and considering his upbringing, it’s safe to say he hasn’t been picked up in quite some time. If you asked him to recall a time he had, he wouldn’t have an answer for you.
“You want to pick me up? Haha! Well, alright if you’re so inclined. Though don’t pout if you can’t get me an inch off the ground, dearest,” he teases, and you puff up like a bird. He expects you to make a valiant effort but fail nonetheless, an image of your face screwed up in concentration as you strain every muscle in your body to lift him off the ground.
Boy, was he wrong. He yelps when you plant your feet and turn him to the side, scooping him up into your arms bridal style, an arm tucked underneath his knees and the other supporting his broad back. He’s two hundred pounds of muscle – even more with his blades – and yet you cradle him like a damsel in distress. It is immensely attractive.
— Truth be told, Tengen Uzui likes to be manhandled.
— Once he recovers from the initial shock, he’s all praises and flirtatious remarks, and the switch-up from playfulness to horniness almost makes you drop him (he wouldn’t appreciate that). He makes a mental note to employ your strength in the bedroom since now his head is filled with all manner of fantasies he’s never been able to explore.
— If the wives catch sight of you sweeping him off his feet, you can expect them to want a turn! Let all three pile on top of you if you’re able and hear their validating ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s at your strength.
— You wouldn't think it, but he is not the designated bug killer of the polycule (Hinatsuru is <3) and will leap into your arms with a shriek if he sees one.
𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀
— Sanemi doesn't even catch the first few times you do it. All those times he didn't quite make it to the bedroom from the sheer exhaustion, but mysteriously awoke tucked into bed. He’d sit up with a start, unruly ivory hair sticking in every direction. He's always up before you, and conveniently forgets to ask you about it by the time you roll out of bed.
This time, though, he's just shy of dozing off at the kotatsu, barely keeping his head propped up with his elbow. Sanemi startles and stirs at the feeling of your hands beneath his arms, scooting him back so you can scoop your arms underneath his bent knees and pick him up bridal style.
Hrrk?!
“The fuck are you doin’?” He hisses, though you are undeterred, simply readjusting him in your arms when he squirms.
“Would you relax? If you sleep out here, you'll be all stiff in the morning,” you huff, carrying him down the hall, the floorboards squeaking noisily beneath your combined weight, but you don't even struggle. “I put you in bed all the time.”
Sanemi looks at you like you've grown a second head, but you pay his gaping no heed. Once in the comfort of your shared room, you deposit him on the bed with care. His scarred face is noticeably red with embarrassment, and he flounders when you start pulling at his uniform.
“Hey!” Sanemi protests, flabbergasted and scandalized, a hand slapping over yours as it fiddles with his shirt-buttons.
“Stop shouting. D'you really wanna sleep in your uniform?”
He glares at you a moment longer, and then his grip loosens, eyes falling shut. He still gasps when you manhandle him like you would an unruly child, undressing and redressing him with practiced ease. You’re a little too good at that, he notes with suspicion.
“You do other stuff to me in my sleep, you pervert?” He grumbles, lids hanging low as if he fights to not succumb to the siren call of sleep.
“Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? No, you freak,” you huffed, though your brows are raised in amusement. He takes a handful of your yukata before you can pull away, lavender eyes rooting you in place with a look that is impossibly tender.
“Tch. You wake me up, rip my clothes off, and you're not even gonna kiss me goodnight?”
You roll your eyes, a grin pulling at your lips. “Winge winge winge.” You indulge him anyway, pressing your lips to his as his hand cradles the back of your head.
𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
— Maybe don’t. At least not until he knows you well enough, and even when he’s sweet on you, he still gets tense when you pick him up by his underarms like you would a cat and coo over him. Cheeks red, eyes wide, protests a jumble of words.
— Obanai couldn’t recall a time he’d been picked up in such a manner, but a part of him likes it, feeling small and protected. He’d known you were no slouch in the strength department, but the way you so easily sweep him up into your arms and carry him away is his favorite reminder.
— He gets very flustered if you do it in the presence of other slayers, his fellow Hashira especially. He knows to start running in the opposite direction when he sees you dashing toward him with outstretched arms after weeks apart.
“Dearest, no– NO.” It's too late; your arms are around him, hoisting him into the air in a bear hug. “I hate you…” Obanai murmurs in an exasperated tone, red bleeding into his pale complexion beneath his bandages. You both know he doesn't mean it, he just gets shy <3
Kaburamaru is happy to see you at least, slithering from Obanai's shoulders to yours.
— In the privacy of your own home, however, the best way to deal with your grumpy partner is to pick him up off his metaphorical high horse and pin him to the wall until he can't look you in the eye. Watch his tough facade crumble, because maybe all he needed was your attention.
— If you're bigger / taller than him, his head gets all fuzzy thinking about your size difference.
𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀
— Being picked up makes him shy at first, sputtering and asking what you're doing as you scoop him up into your arms. He can walk just fine, you know?
The first time you picked him up, he was injured, and it wasn't safe to linger in the area in wait for the Kakushi. One moment he's gritting his teeth, trying to total concentration breathe through the pain, and then suddenly he's pressed to your chest.
You took off with him in your arms, your stride hardly hindered by his added weight, and his arms scrambled to find purchase around your neck. Even through the blood-loss induced lethargy, he has the presence of mind to be shocked. He had no idea you were so capable, and even when you gingerly lay him down on a stretcher, he's in a daze, gawking at you owlishly.
— Since then, you’ve taken to throwing him over your shoulder when he mopes and isolates himself to go socialize, or at the very least, get out of the house. (And it helps, somewhat, even if it’s just the two of you relaxing out in nature) He just accepts it now, letting out a deep sigh and going boneless.
cw: smut, size kink, oral sex (fem receiving), poly relationship (his wives are your wives 🤝)
an: not proofread bc I need beauty sleep...😴 | wc; 700
✧˚ · . Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma had reassured you endlessly before your first night with 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍. They promised he’d be gentle, that he’d make it feel good, and most importantly - that your pleasure would always come before his own.
But as Tengen shed his robes before you, tall and broad-shouldered with muscles carved like some greek God and his dick intimidatingly big between his thighs... your heartbeat began to go wild with nerves.
"Staring already?" he teased, voice carrying the same playful confidence of every day. He stepped closer then, cupping your chin and tilting your face up until his ruby eye met yours. "Don’t look so nervous. You know I don't bite."
You swallowed, your thighs pressing together. "I know, it's just… I don’t know if I can take you."
Tengen chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest as he knelt and leaned down to kiss you.
"You’ll take me. Maybe not all at once but we’ve got all night, don’t we?" His hand was rough, calloused from years of swordsmanship yet still gentle as it slid down your belly and along the curve of your thigh, spreading your legs open like you were the most delicate treasure.
He took his sweet time, kissing slowly from your neck to your collarbone, his long hair falling loose and tickling your skin. He continued his path - all the way down until his mouth was between your thighs, prepping you for what's to come.
He lingered there for as long as you needed, listening to every moan and every hitch of your breath, worshipping you with every stroke of his tongue, his single hand planted firmly on your hip while his mouth devoured you, alternating between licks and suction, the wet sounds quickly mingling with your breathless moans.
Your back arched sharply when he slipped two fingers inside you, the vibration of his hums making your thighs shake around his head.
He didn’t stop until you were gasping, until your body tensed and released around his fingers, slick dripping down his hand.
By the time he pressed the thick head of his cock against your entrance, your body trembled with want and nerves all at once. He rubbed himself along your folds, coating himself in your slick, watching your face twist between anticipation and nervousness.
"Relax, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I’ll make it fit. You took my fingers so well. Just breathe for me."
The first push had you gasping, your fingers clawing at the futon. He was big, stretching you almost unbearably, every inch of him making you feel too full already.
"T-Tengen...ah, you're...it’s too—"
"Shhh, I know." he soothed, though his smirk never faded. He let a thick strand of spit drip down, adding to the slickness before pressing forward again. "You can take it. I know you can."
Carefully, he began thrusting, sinking deeper. Your body clenched tight around him and his breath hitched, a moan slipping from his throat. "Fuck—so tight. Be a good girl and rub your clit for me."
Tears pricked your eyes, the sting of the stretch overwhelming but so good. Your hand slid down obediently, fingers circling your clit in shaky little motions while Tengen braced himself above you on his arm. His chest heaved, muscles flexing with the strain, his gaze trained where your bodies joined.
"Shit…" he muttered, voice breaking into a curse as he watched himself disappear inch by inch inside you. His fingers twitched against the futon, aching with the need to touch, to tease, to play with your clit—but if he lifted his arm, he’d collapse onto you. The frustration burned in his expression, and yet the sight of you working yourself for him almost canceled it out.
"Good girl. That’s it," he murmured, his lips brushing your skin as he finally sheathed himself fully inside you. "Taking all of me so easily. My pretty little wife."
Your back arched, a moan ripping from your throat as he picked up the pace, the combination of his thick cock brushing places you didn’t even know existed and your own touch leaving you gasping, your thighs trembling as slick noises filled the room.
When you finally unraveled beneath him, Tengen was panting promises against your lips—of how this was just the first of many nights or how Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru would make the experience even better next time.
And when your breathing steadied, your walls giving one last trembling clench around him while he spilled his release deep inside, you realized your wives had been right all along. You had nothing to worry about, and you already ached to share the next time with them.
