I wanna plant a thought in your head:
Tenko taking her sweet, sweet time tying up her darling little Yume in such beautiful intricate knots, her voice gentle as she constantly checks to see if her girl’s okay— if she needs to stop at any time or if she wants to stop entirely.
Yume takes a deep breath and smiles,” No— k-keep going.”
It’s such a beautiful sight for Kyojuro to see, truly.
I’m having brainrot help me
i’m so into rigging and it’s so obvious shshdjsjsk. context for others that may read this: this is a polyship between our ocs and kyojuro. Tenko’s mine. Yume belongs to @renhoeku. Akihime is also mentioned and belongs to @herohibiscus
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, rigging/shibari, voyeurism, polyamory, i wanna say this isn’t overly explicit but that’s likely a lie.
As soon as Yume expresses the desire to be tied up, Tenko gets all starry-eyed. Because hell yes, she wants to dress her up in rope.
She’s very gentle, as she often is with Yume, maneuvering her the way she needs to make the intricate loops and knots across her chest, hips, and thighs. The rope she chose is a brilliant red that compliments Yume’s peachy complexion, though as she feels herself bent and bound in vulnerable positions, she feels her whole body flush. Her rosy nipples pebble as Tenko’s fingers brush over them, and all it took was a salacious giggle for Yume to realize the touch was far from accidental – nothing about Tenko was accidental. Every look, touch, and murmured praise was full of purpose.
The towering woman sought to unravel her until she was nothing but brittle threads, threatening to snap at the slightest tug.
“How does that feel, Yume-chan?” Tenko asks, pausing her ties to brush a cool thumb over the smaller woman’s ruddy cheek, eyes crinkling fondly when she nuzzles into the affectionate gesture. “Not too tight?”
Yume’s bindings are firm, the many bridges and decorative knots adorning her upper body stock still, but comfortable. Her arms are tied together and crossed behind her back, and no matter how much she wiggles, the ropes don’t budge.
“Feels good, frosty,” Yume assures and her wife can’t help but giggle at the nickname – a cute reference to her breathing style. “You can k-keep going.”
And so she does, leisurely restraining her freedom of movement until all Yume could do was squirm around impatiently, face getting increasingly red as Tenko tightens her knots. Yume can’t help but notice the relaxed focus Tenko exudes as she wraps her in crimson rope, almost as if the act of binding her limbs together was therapeutic.
The frost breather leans back onto her haunches to check over her work, already devastatingly hot between the legs at the sight of her cute partner all tied up. Yume wouldn’t be able to escape the pleasure this way, and the sheer amount of trust she has placed in Tenko’s capable hands makes her head spin.
“Such pretty knots,” Kyojuro praises from across the room and Tenko swells with pride, cold hands smoothing over Yume’s supple thighs, delighted by the goosebumps her touch incites.
“Pretty knots for our pretty girl,” Tenko purrs in response, though her carmine gaze remains fixed on Yume’s.
Her eyes speak in tongues only Yume’s body understands, drawing her muscles tight with anticipation as Tenko devours her whole with but a look. Something like a starved beast stares back, and suddenly the dark-haired woman can no longer hold her gaze, head lolling to the side demurely.
Only for her emerald gaze to be ensnared by Kyojuro’s, which hasn’t left her the whole night. She feels her mouth go dry at his engrossed expression, cheeks flushed and thick brows creased in concentration. He’s leaning forward as if enraptured – as far as he can whilst cross-legged. The blond always did have a thing for watching, and now his honeyed gaze is smoldering as he follows the exploration of Tenko’s nimble hands over Yume’s beautifully bound form. Kyojuro is writhing in place almost as much as she is, hands clenching and unclenching the fabric of his hakama restlessly.
Tenko follows her line of sight to their husband and grins at the exchange.
She crawls over Yume’s body with feline grace, pressing a purposeful thigh between her parted thighs. She tugs open her kimono, the rustling of fabric drawing the attention of both of her lovers, all too eager to ogle her full breasts on display. She’s cautious not to rest too much of her weight on her darling, but she leans in close to whisper into her ear.
“Now then, we’d better give Kyojuro a show. He’s waited so patiently to see you bound like this, so let’s make him squirm some more, Yume-chan.”
“I’ll be good,” Yume whimpers and Tenko lets out an amused hum.
“As if you have a choice when I’ve got you at my mercy like this. You couldn’t misbehave if you tried, darling,” she teases, her wine-colored lips pressing lazy kisses across the smaller woman’s cheek, stopping just shy of her pouty lips just to hear her whine that pitiful whine.
“Watch us carefully, Kyojuro,” Tenko hums, making eye contact with the blond as her lips suck dark marks into the tender flesh of Yume’s throat, delighted by the way both of her partners moan.
“As if I could look away,” Kyojuro laughs breathlessly, eyes flittering between to two indecisively. He could hardly choose where to look, but his mouth fell open at the sight of Yume’s heavy tits filling Tenko’s eager hands, transfixed by the way her thumbs rub torturous circles around her pretty pink nipples. “Such a delectable sight you two make.”
Tenko hums in agreement and Yume’s brows pinch at the praise, the air punched out of her lungs as her wife’s fingers roll her sensitive nips between her icy fingers.
“She looks so tasty I think I could just,” Tenko leans down to lick the flat of her pink tongue over the pebbled nub, taking it into her hot mouth as the dark-haired woman keens, arching into the sensation to the best of her ability. The ropes keep her movements slight, but it’s more than enough to make Kyojuro’s cock throb against his hakama. The selfish part of him wishes to be in Tenko’s place, to have his mouth laving over Yume’s tits like some depraved animal.
Tenko recognized his longing gaze and smiled against her lover’s breast.
“He wants to touch you,” Tenko vocalizes, popping off of her tit long enough to monologue. “He wishes it was him touching you like this, tasting you like this.”
Yume shivers, green eyes rolling back just slightly at the implication. She blinks her eyes rapidly, trying her best not to fall into the fantasy Tenko describes. She’s so wet she’s practically drooling onto Tenko’s toned thigh, and she moans throatily when Tenko grinds it against her cunt.
Yume’s mind wanders to Akihime, what kind of slack-jawed expressions she’d make if she saw her like this. She wonders if she’d writhe in place like Kyojuro, leaning forward to see better as Tenko ruins her for their viewing pleasure. Would she seek Kyojuro’s comfort? Would they play with one another as Tenko fingered Yume’s pretty pussy open on her cold fingers, the ropes keeping her spread and on display for her lovers to watch her come apart at the seams?
The image burns brightly in her mind, Kyojuro’s fingers dancing over Akihime’s skin, Tenko’s babbling praise next to her ear as she rubbed their cunts together, their harmonized moans of bliss as they brought one another to completion in tandem.
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