𑣲 softkuna recharging the only way he knew how to – buried in the lap of his lover
“woman”
“woman?”
firm footsteps echoed through the corridor while he poked his head through every chamber he passed.
tea hall? empty. overly large sauna? unused. weapon display? just uraume. thankfully.
“uraume, where is the one i tolerate?” he grumbled, just loud enough for them to hear as he came to a halt before the latter mentioned room.
“she is asleep in your chambers, master.” they answered calmly, a cloth in their hand and already polishing the blade he had merely dismissed the moment he had set foot in the estate.
he certainly made sure of a bloodbath this time, huh, the trusted servant thought when looking over his blood-stained figure.
“although i am sure she would be far more delighted to see you in a less… begrimed state.”
that made him raise his thick eyebrows, glancing down before letting a sigh escape his lips.
“she will have to make do with it, i can not bother to change my garments at the moment.” with that he made his way to their shared chambers.
you had awoken from the distant murmurs – the light sleeper you were, and sat up against the headboard of the king sized bed, waiting for him to enter any time soon now.
once the door handle dipped and the familiar 7 foot frame sauntered over to you, a drowsy smile curled onto your lips.
it was still in the middle of the night, three, or was it four in the morning?
yet you couldn’t be more indifferent to it, he was home again after all and you knew that was the time he was clingiest.
these moments had quickly become your favourite ones, making you await him eagerly every time.
one set of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close enough for him to nuzzle his face into your lap with a sigh of relief escaping his lips, while a hand of his other set of arms cupped your cheek.
you reached into the tresses of his unruly, pink hair, gently working out the small knots and leaning into his large, calloused palm, relishing in the warmth of his strong physique.
“you have blood all over you, ryomen…” you whispered, voice still heavy with sleep.
the words were only met with a small grunt, tightening his hold on you as if to make sure you wouldn’t flee from his more than messy condition.
“you are aware i have just been to battle, are you not? obviously i will have the evidence of those i have slain on me.” his last free hand found its way under your night gown, stroking up and down your spine in unusually slow, gentle movements.
“yes, i am very well aware of that…” you knew it was no use trying to convince him to change into something cleaner, much less take a bath.
“you know, i could change your clothes for you?” you suggested, hoping that would make him cave.
“am i not welcome as i am in the embrace of my own wife now, or what?” a scowl etched itself into his already tired expression, making the smallest of efforts to look up at your face.
you felt your very heart soften at his words.
it made you lean down to press a soft kiss to the crease of his furrowed brows, never ceasing to brush through his hair.
“you know that’s far from true, kuna.” you left another tender peck on his lips, making him chase your lips for more.
he pulled you even closer, an unconscious sigh muffling into the kiss from how much he had been craving your touch. the kind affection he never once stopped longing for.
after being content enough, he pulled away again but kept you just a breath away to murmur a quiet “then let me rest some more in your arms.”
despite your hesitation to let him stay in his uncomfortable, battle-worn clothes, you reassured him with a nod.
“of course.”
with your confirmation, he nestled himself back into his original position, savouring your sweet scent and gentle touch.
and just when you thought you could fall back asleep again after a comfortable silence overtook you both, he spoke up again.
“i will have uraume draw a bath for the both of us so i may be cleansed of any filth and have you satisfied with my appearance again.”
you suppressed a chuckle at his compliance.
“mhm, that sounds nice. i’ll wash your hair for you then.”
The only time Higuruma displays a modicum of submissiveness is the moment you finally ride his face, of course.
Eyes lulling to the back of his skull, jawline decorated with a messy lather of your slick that trickles all the way down to the center of his throat, and with the prettiest groans sung out right in between your drooling cunt—of course your boyfriend's gonna find himself submissive when you're sitting so perfectly on top of him.
“Stop, mmgh, pulling away from me,” He’d groan in between the folds of your dripping pussy, drooling extensively off of your tastes as his fingers press deeper into the skin of your hips. “Please,” Higuruma would moan up against you just before he pulls you back down again.
After the last five orgasms he brought you to recently, of course you’re pulling away from him and gasping out his name as if that would keep him from eating you out like a man so utterly starved. You wish you could say you hated it when he got like this.
But the truth was that nothing feels better than your pussy-drunk boyfriend forcing you to drag your cunt all over the length of his face. With his nose practically french kissing your clit, his tongue slithers deeper and deeper every time.
He’d already had you laid out in every position imaginable just before this and now he practically uses you for his own pleasure—despite being the one giving instead of receiving.
“Hiromi, p-please,” You tried to plead back with him, aching for a moment to breathe because the desperate suck you receive in the next second has you tugging away from him all over again.
Not that he lets you go that time either. Instead, he only drags you right back down and damn near glares up at you with those pretty glossed over wide-set eyes of his. “Ride,” He huffs out, “I told you to ride my face, please?” He whines this time.
You only drip into his mouth even more the second that whine of his hits your ears and you watch the way he smiles as if you just praised him for begging. Then his mouth is slobbering all over you again and you’re reaching a hand down to at least hold onto him while you attempt to do as he’s asked you so nicely to.
The first grind of your hips forward makes his eyes roll back and you feel a whorish moan vibrate off of his tongue and right against your pussy. Then he’s fucking his tongue up into you, mumbling, “Mhm, mmhm, don’t stop.”
It’s then that you grow addicted to it, the feeling of him growing more and more encouraged by your movements. Your hips rock faster against him and he lets his hands guide you through it. “Hiromi-, hahh,” You gasp just barely as he shakes his head up into you.
Dark black locks of hair stick to his forehead and although his eyes are directly up on yours, you could tell he was beyond fucked out. He only pulls away to press sloppy kisses onto your pussy as if he worshiped every inch of you.
“S’sweet,” He whispers against you as his eyes soften up on you. Then he’s looking at your cunt and swiping his tongue over his lips before biting back a groan, “And pretty,” Oh, he’s so far gone.
The next thing you know, he’s diving right back into you and you feel his tongue sliding deeper inside you than before.
“Inside and out,” He inherently chokes out as he finally forces you up a little. You thought he was finally giving you a break for a second, pant after pant leaving you while you stare at him.
Instead, to your surprise, Higuruma lets his tongue hang out and bats his lashes up at you almost innocently before uttering, “Play with her.”
You feel your body tense and almost scoff in response, “W-What?”
His thumb moves to meet your clit and he starts spelling out his name, “Like this,” He instructs, “I wanna watch you do it over my tongue, c’mon.”
You nearly shudder at the gentle touch of his thumb but you move to match his movements anyway—thumbing your clit and keeping your cunt sloppily dripping down onto his expecting tongue.
Biting back a smile, Higuruma fights the urge to lean up and latch himself back onto you. Instead, he patiently listens to the soft moans you let out and stares at the gorgeous spread of your pussy as your arousal leaks and so perfectly meets his tongue.
“Thaat’s my girl,” He coos, “So fuckin’... mgh, perfect.” In the midst of his groaned praises, he doesn’t even realize the embarrassing mess he’s making of himself as he cums right then and there. Practically untouched and entirely off of eating you out.
Tags! — bold!Nesim, gnc!Tamtey, flirting, teasing, hints at Nesim undressing Tamtey, hints at nsfw towards the end.
A/N: There's a tremendous lack of Nesim x reader fanfics and so I've taken it upon myself to start writing them. Please take this rushed, unedited piece for now while I brainstorm ideas for an actual fanfic :)!!
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Obvious!Nesim, who welcomes Tamtey into The Circle with a big smile and a bowl of zangke already prepared.
Obvious!Nesim, who is always so prouf of herself. When asked how she knew Tamtey was arriving, she only lets out a boisterous laugh. "Tsamsiyu! You know my scouts have the sharpest eyes in all of Pandora! Come! Sit and tell me of your recent adventures. I need a beautiful voice like yours to soothe me after a day full of my stressful duties."
Obvious!Nesim, who does not listen to a single word from Tamtey's story. She's too focused on them. The soothing hum of their voice. The way their eyes crease at the corners when they smile. The soft flutter of their lashes over their blue cheeks.
Obvious!Nesim, who can't control herself. She reaches out to wipe off the smudged face paint, only to trace a calloused fingertip over the bioluminescent freckles on their skin.
Obvious!Nesim, who only grins when Tamtey begins to stumble over their words. "You have lost your place in the story, tsamsiyu." She teases, tilting her head to one side. "Does my touch make you nervous?"
Obvious!Nesim, whose tail begins to twitch with excitement as she watches Tamtey go speechless at her blunt words. She doesn't stop, though. Not unless Tamtey stops her.
Obvious!Nesim, who lets her finger trail down the Sarentu's neck until it hooks on the intricate chest piece that sits perfectly on their skin. There's no doubt in her mind that Tamtey crafted it themself. "Strong, tight weaving..." Her hand follows the pattern of the dyed fiber. "Made by a firm hand..."
Obvious!Nesim, who's golden eye slowly drifts over the striped skin under her hand. "An olo'ektan's hands are more experienced, you know." Her hand tugs on the fabric, just enough to expose more skin to her hungry eye.
Obvious!Nesim, whose grin grows even wider when she realizes Tamtey has no intentions to stop her bold touches.
