Archive of Our Own ^beta

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You gasped as you sat in Tenzou’s lap, legs spread over his thighs, your back against his chest, his mouth swallowing your gasps and moans.

Pleasure made your brain hazy as his right hand gently but firmly rubbed your clit, and you thought about how you ended up here.

You had just returned from a mission, and while it was a success, you felt restless, stressed, unable to relax. After eating and showering, you had decided to go on a walk and ran into your on-off teammate, who knew all too well how it could be after a mission.

He had invited you to his apartment for a nightcap, maybe some sake or tea, but whatever refreshment either of you had intended to consume lay abandoned on a nearby table, as you had instead begun to trade kisses. Who initiated it? You weren’t sure. Maybe you, maybe him.

It was something you two had done before, make out, but circumstances hadn’t led to it being able to be anything more.

Now, both of you were naked and nothing short of an order from the Hokage themself would stop this.

You could feel his large cock, hot and heavy as it lay against your lower back, and if you looked down you caught glimpses of his meaty balls. Sure, you would never describe it like that any other time, but in this moment it’s how they looked, felt.

You knew Tenzou was fit, in shape, and muscular, and it seemed the rest of him was as well-built as the parts of him you had previously seen when sparring.

His right hand rubbed you as his left arm was wrapped around you, hand just under your right breast. Your left hand lightly laid on his left hand, and your right hand was behind his head, as you were facing to the right to kiss him, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“More,” you asked in between trading kisses. “Tenz.”

He nodded and moved to kiss the right side of your neck as he moved his right hand, pausing it momentarily to lift you up slightly and pull his cock so that it was now at the front of you, begging for attention.

Shamelessly, you returned to grinding on him as you had been with your eyes closed, not that he seemed to mind - in fact, he was moving his hips against you as well.

He slipped his fingers between you and him and your back bowed at the wave of pleasure, gasping into his mouth again.

Moving your left hand, you grasped his cock and began to slowly move your hand up and down.

He cursed, practically growling at your action.

“You like this?” he whispered into your ear, and you nodded. “Does it feel good?”

“So good,” you assured him. “So damn good.”

“You’re practically dripping on me,” he said as he kissed your jaw. Maybe another time, you would have been embarrassed to hear that, but you didn’t care. “It’s so hot.”

Yeah, you definitely didn’t feel embarrassed…

“I think I know what could feel better,” he continued, in a low tone, his voice a bit gravelly. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” you said without thinking. You had been on how many missions together? It wasn’t even a question.

“Good. ‘Stop’ or ‘red’ if you want to stop, okay?”

You nodded.

“What are the words?” he asked, stilling his right hand.

You half-opened your eyes and looked at him, his dark eyes meeting your own. “Stop or red,” you repeated.

With one nod, he brought your mouths together and moved your arms to your sides, where a light pressure was soon felt on them.

You gasped slightly and pulled away in surprise, looking down to find light bands of wood holding your arms at your sides.

Tenzou rubbed his hands lightly on your thighs. “Is that okay? Sometimes giving up control after a mission helps me…” he admitted.

“That’s hot,” you told him. “I’ll have to remember that.”

He playfully sighed and kissed your right cheek. “Okay, that’s fair. But really, is this okay?”

You returned your attention to your binds, testing them. Your arms were at your sides but only firmly, not tightly, and felt comfortable. And the wood was kind of flexible; you also had, somehow, an awareness that you could easily break it if you really wanted to. And of course, that he would remove them if you told him to.

You looked at him again and smiled. “It’s fine. I’m excited. And apparently, at your control.”

“Only for now,” he said, smiling. “Only for this,” he said, moving to kiss you again.

It was strange, foreign, exciting and new to sit there on his lap, not being able to do anything but kiss back and rock your body.

He trailed his left hand over your chest in between the binds, returning his right hand to your clit. That, too, felt new, different. Stronger, though you didn’t think he was applying more force.

You felt vulnerable in a good way, free from anything but the pleasure he was bringing you, and only that.

Pleasure, which was building more and more towards a peak.

“Tenzou,” you moaned. “I want you.”

He gripped you to him at those words and you felt his cock twitch; clearly he wanted you as well. Playtime, it seemed was over. Or had it just begun?

He moved his hands and quickly moved you up and over his lap so you were now facing him, his strength making you feel like putty in his hands, which you reminded yourself, you were.

“You’re always hot, but you look so fucking hot like this,” he admitted.

“So are you,” you said, leaning into him so you could kiss and nip at his neck.

You heard him groan as you went for your attack, and could feel him reaching behind you to put a condom on.

He moved his hands to your hips and guided you so that you sat up a bit, your knees on either side of him on his sofa.

Eagerly, you complied, and felt him line himself up at your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked, and you nodded, your left cheek against his own.

His hands still on your hips, you felt him start to guide you down and you took your time, relishing the feel of him filling you up.

As you had already saw, he was thick, and big, and you almost wondered if you could take it all.

Your breathing turned into panting as you sat down on him, taking him to the hilt. When you were fully seated, you arched your back slightly and tilted your face to the ceiling in his dimly-lit living room, your hair falling back.

His hands ran up and down your sides, over the wood, your arms, your thighs, and when you looked down at him, he was looking at you with heavy eyes.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Sexy, and beautiful.”

“So are you,” you said, leaning down to kiss him, neither of you doing anything more for a moment. You just sat there, exchanging hot, heavy kisses, mapping each other’s mouths, until you shifted your weight and he groaned.

You smiled against his mouth and ground against him.

He groaned again and put his head back on the sofa, giving you a full show of the expressions on his face.

And yes, while this was to help you give up control after a mission and de-stress, it was also as helpful to give you some control of this.

You began to roll your hips and move up and down, and something in him seemed to snap. He brought his head back and pulled your mouth down with a hand at the back of your hair, the other one gripping your hips tightly and helping to move you.

You both moved between kissing and just breathing heavily into each other’s mouths, and after a bit you gave up and just leaned your forehead against his.

He moved both hands now to your hips and took over the movements, moving his hips up to meet yours as you both pushed yourself down on him.

It was amazing, he was so big and hitting all the right spots. Heat rolled off your bodies but neither cared, and it felt like it was just the two of you in the world.

“This is good, but I want more,” he said, and you nodded.

He helped you to stand before moving behind you and guiding you to your knees, your head and upper body on the sofa near where he had just sat. He placed a pillow underneath your head and you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture.

This also felt incredibly hot though. You were on your knees, legs spread for him, arms still bound. Unlike before, you truly had no control now, unless you used one of the safewords.

And you had no intention of doing that.

Laying your left cheek on the sofa, you could barely see him behind you, but felt him running his hands over your body again, as if he was working to memorize your muscles, scars, marks.

He ran a hand up and over your back, all the way to the top of your neck, dragging his fingers back down, applying just enough pleasure to almost be a backrub, before moving to your rear and gripping it with both hands.

Smiling, you waggled your butt, and he laughed and lightly swatted it.

“Now that you have me here, what will you do with me?” you called out over your shoulder.

“I have an idea or two,” he said, moving behind you and gently thrusting against you, rubbing your clit with his cock.

You lightly moaned at that, and felt his hands again dig into your hips.

“Fuck,” you breathed out.

“I’m going to,” he said back, and you half rolled your eyes at his sense of humor, before you felt him line up against you and enter you, not nearly as slowly as before, but not slamming into you in one go either.

Not that you were complaining, you were plenty wet that you felt nothing but pleasure.

He lightly thrust in and out of you, the new angle sending you into new waves of feelings, and he soon built up to a firm pace, feeling like he was moving about halfway out of you before thrusting back in.

All you could do was lie there and take it, and call out his name. It was, in short, amazing.

Then, he moved his right hand and again found your clit, where it sat exposed in the air between your legs. He began to rub it, then removed it for a moment.

You practically whimpered at the loss, but then his hand returned, feeling slick now, and the thought that he had wet it with his mouth drove you crazy. What would his actual mouth on you feel like, you wondered?

Your tucked those thoughts away for now as the combination of his thrusts into you and rubbing your clit drove you closer and closer to your peak.

‘“Oh gods, Tenzou!” you cried out. “It’s good, it’s so good.”

He groaned and gripped you with his left hand tighter, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

You tried to move against him but were pinned, really, and you gave up, just arching your back and crying out his name as he brought you even closer to release.

“I’m close,” you told him. “Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop!”

“Shit,” he growled. “Cum for me, y/n, let me hear you.”

He was relentless in pursuing your orgasm, and you alternated between chanting his name and general cries of pleasure, until you finished, your mind only focused on your orgasm and how good he felt as continued his actions.

He paused both actions as you came down from the high, moving his right hand to your hip, lightly grinding against you while he was fully in you.

“Don’t stop,” you told him breathlessly. “Keep going.”

“You sure?” he asked, and you nodded.

He groaned in response and began to thrust again, moving your legs a little wider with his knees and arching your hips up just so.

A new angle, a new spot, and a new orgasm reared towards you.

You told him as much, and he cursed as he let pleasure for both of you fully take over.

His thrusts became faster, harder, more powerful, snapping his hips into you as he pulled your hips back with each thrust.

You were nearly bouncing on the sofa, but still comfortable, and squeezed your eyes shut as you focused only on his cock moving in and out of you, his balls slapping you with each thrust, his hands claiming you.

“I’m close,” he told you after who knew how long, and again reached his right hand to your clit.

This time, it didn’t take more than minute for you to finish as he slammed into you repeatedly, and your clenching around him brought him to his own finish.

You both lay there, trying to catch your breath after, before he pulled out of you.

“You okay?” he asked, releasing the wood binds, and you nodded before sitting back on your knees, wiggling your arms.

“I’m more than okay,” you sighed. “I’m so good.”

Tenzou laughed as he got rid of the condom and wiped himself quickly with a tissue.

“Glad to hear it,” he replied, returning to help you stand up.

You did so, now face to face, standing looking at each other, unsure of what to do or say.

He reached both hands to your face and lightly cupped it, pulling you in for a kiss.

“What do you say to a shower and bed?” he asked, and you smiled.

“Sounds amazing,” you agreed, and he took you by the hand, leading you to the rest of the night together.