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tenrichouku · 2 years
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𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬
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your husband struggles with the consequences of his recent fight. the sudden change to his usually flamboyant demeanour drowned by insecurities. it caused him to withdrew from his loved ones until one night you let him know exactly how beautiful he still is to you
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— pairing: uzui tengen x female reader
genre: smut, comfort, mdni
wordcount: 3k
warnings: major manga spoilers, body insecurities (not reader), description of wounds and blood, lots of praise, pet names, size difference/kink
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Not a day goes by where you don’t feel appreciated by your husband. Not a single cycle from morning to night passes without him telling you how much he adores you. In the form of words, touches, and acts. You feel loved; loved and beautiful.
Yet over time, and especially after his last battle, you have sadly noticed a shift in his demeanour. Not much remains from his flamboyant persona amid your privacy. You often find him sitting at your small pond or out on the veranda, especially at night when he was supposed to share your bed.
Yes, it’s been long since you were last able to touch him. To feel his muscles shift beneath the tips of your fingers or drag beautiful red streaks over his broad back thanks to the pleasure he inflicted in your body. Even longer since you last moaned his name in bliss, felt him pressed against you with his lips exploring your body like a hidden treasure.
The ring of the wind play tears Tengen out of his thoughts and makes him aware of the small shadow watching over him. He takes a moment to smile to himself, before he inhaling deeply and finding his composure again. His broad figure turns to you, wide chest open for you to claim as he reaches out his right hand toward your reaction.
“If you think you’re sneaky, I must sadly inform you, that you’re doing a poor job, love.” The words are delivered with a wide grin of his, charming. You used to describe it. But by now you see the sadness behind his mask.
“I wasn’t aware I needed to hide in my home, love.” You shoot back as you take his hand and let the man help you sit down, beside him.
You yearn to sit in his lap. To feel his embrace around your frame and his lips on yours.
He leans towards you, looming a little above your smaller frame with a playfulness softening his features. “You do. Better to hide from the big old monster than letting it catch you.” He winks at you, acting off his insecurities with another smirk as he gives his best to seem unbothered in front of you.
Yet your soft sigh has his shoulders slouch, the love and tenderness in your eyes something Tengen wasn’t able to watch for weeks now. Turning away, he once more stares off into the night as silence falls over your bodies.
“What is keeping you up at night?” You finally dare to ask as your chin finds rest on top of his shoulder, seeking to comfort him even for the smallest amount.
“Nothing for you to worry about,” Tengen answers, lifting his left arm in search to cradle your cheek, if it wasn’t for his eyes to look at nothing but the sleeve of his kimono.
The touch he wanted to give to you is repaid by your own hand. Cold fingertips contrast the warmth of his body as you direct his face to meet your gaze, a small smile softening your features. “You’re so beautiful,” you quietly confess as you look at his features and carefully brush his silver strands out of his face.
“Lying should not become a habit of yours just to make your husband feel better.”
You fight back by placing a gentle kiss to his forehead and cradle his face in your hold. “Aren’t you an expert at that already?”
“I’m not lying to you, blossom.”
“No, but you’re also not speaking the truth. Always putting up an act of being unbothered until the sun settles and the moon rises. Every night we find you anywhere but inside. Strolling around in odd places, meditating for hours or staring into the night for what? Your hand to grow back? Your eye to suddenly be fine again?” Anger boils over inside your body as you stare Tengen down and you bite your tongue. You’re really not here to fight with him.
What you completely in this moment is the fact that he doesn’t even argue back. Opting to let you hold him as he melts in your care, touch-starved found a new representative after he withdrew himself for months.
“I didn’t mean to…” you sigh quietly while thumbing the apples of his cheeks. “We’re worried. I’m worried.”
His eye opens upon your confession, yet he stays quiet. There are too many thoughts running through his mind to find the correct one right now.
“I miss you,” you pressure while your soothing touch brushes through his hair and down his neck. “I miss you so much, Tengen.”
Truth be told, there is much he can endure. Pain, sorrow, losing his limbs. But not bringing pain to his loved ones. So it should barely come as a surprise to you that your body is now fully pressed against his chest. He’s all too eager to pull you in his lap right away if it wasn’t for your inconvenient seating position.
The pressure applied by his chin resting on your shoulder reassures you. It causes a smile to adorn your features as you lean into his touch while your arms snake around his neck.
“A pretty flower shouldn’t be forced to look at ruined art.”
You chuckle over his sentiment and shake your head, hold growing stronger around him to keep his body close. “You’re not ruined. You just have some newly added quirks, hm?”
Feeling him pinch your butt has you giggling in return. Faking a whine as you drawl his name and pull back, to once again look at his face. “You’re beautiful.”
“You may stop stealing my lines.” He shoots back upon holding your cheeks and squishing your lips into a pout. Upon the cute view Tengen blessed himself with, you witness his signature grin finally return as he adores you. “Silly girl.”
“Yours,” you add through the pout and bat your lashes at the man.
Tengen complies by loosening the hold to your face and closing the distance between your lips. Giving you a gentle kiss but breaking away far too early for your liking.
“Not yet,” you whine once more. Knowing just perfectly how to get anything you want from your husband. “Way too short, miss you so much…” you add as you lean in again.
Your hands hold on to his kimono, balled fists resting against his chest as you seek his lips once more for a deep kiss. It feels so sweet whenever you get the chance to be the dominant part with a man like him, as he simply lets you do whatever you please.
Soft lips move effortlessly, skilled and in perfect tandem with another and distracting Tengen enough to finally have his hand rest on your body. Thumbing over your hip bone before his touch travels north and grab onto your waist, to finally pull you into his lap and have your bodies touch.
You grow small beneath him, being dwarfed by his sheer size difference compared to you. That leaves you yearning for more.
There is no excuse to your squirming, to your curious hands dipping between the space of his kimono and run over his firm chest. You place a gentle kiss on his exposed neck and smile upon witnessing the effect you still have on his body.
You watch the shiver course through his veins, hear the shaky exhale next to your ear and feel his lips repaying your favours tenfold once Tengen cranes your neck. Allowing him to kiss you repeatedly, gently sucking and licking on your skin and grinning to himself as he watches you turn needy.
“I miss you as well, princess.”
You know he must feel ashamed to admit it, judging by how quietly he confessed his feelings against the crook of your neck. Tengen’s forehead rests against your shoulder, eye shut while rubbing your back in gentle patterns. “But showing you this…”
You cut in upon hearing his first few words. The frown on your face is evident while your shoulders slouch. “Showing me your body, not this.” you murmur, and bring the man out of his make-shift hiding spot.
You face another as you remain seated on top of his thighs, lips close enough to almost touch, yet your focus lies on something else as you search for his gaze. “Don’t hide from me. You told me the same thing when I felt too insecure about myself. You told me I’m perfect to your eyes, didn’t you?”
The repetitive poking of your fingertip against his chest makes Tengen smile, nodding along to your words and stealing a quick kiss from your lips before he speaks up. “Help me?”
The question has your heart swell in warmth and you hum along to his words, while your curious fingers already loosen his kimono. “Of course,” you giggle and meet his eye with a mischievous grin on your lips. Leaning in once more your kisses now reach Tengen’s neck and collarbone with the added pleasure of your fingertips dipping beneath the fabric of his kimono and brushing over his pecs to reach his shoulders; where you finally push the clothing item off.
The hesitation of your actions follows by Tengen pulling out his intact arm, palm coming up to cradle your cheek and redirect your gaze to look at his face. Kissing you once more as the other sleeve drops to reveal his upper body. His left arm is wrapped up in bandages, everything gore-y hidden beneath white linen. Regardless, the moment you part from the kiss, Tengen still feels the urge in his arm, wanting nothing more but to hold your face between his hands and admire your own beauty.
The frustration shows as he tries to bite back his anger, the fingers of his right hand now curling around the fabric of your kimono as he once more fails to meet your gaze.
“Tengen…” Upon your touch, in the teasing drag of your nails over his chest and upward his neck, he looks at you. Turning putty beneath your hands while goosebumps bloom over his skin. “Let me take care of you,” you whisper against his lips. Rendering the man defenceless the moment you adjust your seating for your hips to touch his. A soft groan escapes him over the newly found pleasure, hand tugging your hip even closer.
You can’t help but grin beneath the kiss. The grip he holds on your body so demanding and needy as your hips grind down on him.
Soon, Tengen tugs on the wrap around your waist. Loosening the band with expertise where he doesn’t even need more than one hand to undress your body. The warmth of his touch has you arch against him, pressing yourself further into his warmth as you whimper softly into his mouth.
It’s been so long since he touched you that every little gesture ignites little sparks under your skin. Your shared kiss turns deeper, seemingly never breaking if it wasn’t for the little pants for fresh air in between. Until his palm nestles around your breast, long fingers ghosting over the subtle flesh and teasing your nipple. Lips parting for Tengen’s kisses to ruin your neck and décolleté with gentle sucks and kisses.
“So pretty,” slips out of his mouth as you moan for him. Feeble fingers eager to untie his waistband and bare him. “And so greedy,” Tengen muses. Fingertips dragging along your heaving chest and stomach as he watches you, eye contact never breaking while his hand travels further south.
Your thighs flex and clench upon the familiar feeling of his fingers as they brush over your sensitive pussy. Spreading your lips to tease the swollen area and coat himself in arousal, easing the glide of his digits.
The moment two of his fingers push against your entrance and stretch your gummy walls has you moan for him, upper body leaning against Tengen with your arms around his neck.
“Feeling good?” he murmurs while kissing along your shoulder, pumping his finger inside your cunt while growing eager to feel you around his girth. “So, so good,” you sigh, before biting your lip and burying your face in the crook of his neck. Hips rolling against his palm, letting his fingers reach deeper, while you’re already so eager to finally welcome an orgasm again.
It actually brings Tengen to chuckle, humming into the crook of your neck and kissing your temple not before long his thumb pressures your clit. Circling the nub and swiping over it to watch your legs starting to give out and hear more of your moans.
Yet your voice has him stop. Angelic tones begging him to “want to cum with you, please. ‘s been so long, wanna feel you.” Of course, only a madman would deny you of your wishes.
So he complies by withdrawing his fingers, making you highly aware of just how wet you are as he smears your juices along your inner thigh and beams at you. Content clear as day, even in the depths of night. “Do you think you can handle an old, crippled man?” he asks, and tries to make it sound lighthearted. Yet you refuse to let him off the hook. Frowning at him before pushing his back against one of the many posts of the veranda, forcing him to be quiet with a kiss while your hand finally unravels his robe. Fingers wrapping around his cock to pump him for him to falter and have his head fall back against the wood as breathy moans leave his lips.
The tip of his cock drags along your folds, jerking over the pleasure you ignite throughout Tengen’s body while the man in question looks up at you. Mesmerised by your blown wide pupils illuminated in the moonlight as you meet his gaze and smile for him. That is, until his stretch makes you moan. Body crumbling and seeking his support as you lean against your husband, hips sinking down further on his cock.
How exactly could he go without your heavenly body for so long? Withdrawing himself from listening to your sweet moans of his name for weeks just because of his silly little injuries?
“Look at you,” he groans in utter bliss, grinning like a love-drunk fool over the delicious feeling of your gummy walls around him. Tengen offers you his hand and soon entwines your fingers, allowing you extra support to help ease your body’s movements. “My beautiful wife,” he rambles on, “looking so heavenly on top of me.”
It brings a smile to your lips and tears to adorn your lashes. You truly missed him and his praise. Him and the perfect stretch of his cock as you sink down on him again and again. “I love you,” you breathe while your nails dig into the back of his hand. Your fingers squeeze his and your moaning and whines in bliss are drowned by his kiss. Whispering his own reply of “I love you,” against your soft lips. Until you graze just the right spot inside your soft walls and your head falls back, praising his cock in the form of further moans while pressing your eyes shut.
You grind down on him, sighing over the sensations ignited by the stimulation his pelvis offers on your clit. Remembering to clench around his girth to steal further pants and groans from your husband to motivate you further.
And once your free hand drags over his neck and shoulder; nails painting his skin in red streaks as you worry about nothing but the perfect feeling he pleases you with, Tengen truly loses himself in you. Abandoning the hold he shared with you to grab your hips, guiding your body to arch further anytime your hips roll forward or sink down again.
His high isn’t far off, weeklong withdrawal as well combined with a pretty woman like you rendering him defenceless to his human needs.
“More, give me a little more,” he speaks into your neck, returning to suck on the fragile skin as he helps you to bounce in his lap. The feeling of your small hands on his broad shoulders, the familiarity of your weight on top of him and the and your silky soft skin beneath his rough palm all he needs to focus on as he feels himself twitch inside your cunt.
Timbre moans ripple along your skin when he presses your body down, holding you in place while he paints your walls white.
You use the moment for your own pleasure, returning to grind your clit against him while his cock throbs inside you. Making sure to tighten around his girth, tempting and teasing his sensitive cock until his nails dig into your skin and his teeth bare your shoulder. Yet he lets you move, lets you fuck yourself on his cock beyond overstimulation and helps you reach your high with the gentle stroke of his thumb over your clit.
You crumble ever so flawlessly. Brows knitted together while the cute little ‘o’ to your lips turns to moans of Tengen’s name and thank yous, although you did all the work this time.
The safest place to ride out your high is in his arms, pressed tightly against his flexed and sweat-covered chest, which is heaving against yours. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling him and humming in content when you feel his embrace. Two arms holding you tightly against your husband accompanied by his lips lingering on the crown of your head. “My little blessing,” he murmurs to himself as his fingers run along your spine, lulling you in to let your heavy lids fall close as the thumping of Tengen’s heart echoes inside your ears.
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