The Shadow Hashira - Tengen X Reader X Sanemi

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A/N:

Hi hi! Just fyi, I forgot to write this at the beginning.

Tengen doesn't have 3 wives, I didn't think it would match where I wanted the story to go so I decided to try and make the fanfic without that plot. Plus I'm not wanting you guys to share him with 3 other girls 🫡.

Right enjoy the story!

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"Tengen..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

My breath was ragged, slow, each inhale and exhale a reminder of how raw my body felt, how every nerve still hummed with the lingering touch of him. I looked up at him, yearning, my skin flushed and sensitive, reacting to the memory of his touch. His stupid cocky nature still had the power to drive me crazy, even now.

Get a grip, Y/N.

Tengen stood before me, his gaze lingering on every inch of my exposed skin, as if savoring the moment. The weight of his eyes was almost too much to bear, the intensity behind them making my pulse quicken.

"You're so beautiful, Moonlight," he murmured, his voice unexpectedly soft, filled with something that made my heart skip.

He let out a long sigh, his hand running through his white hair, tugging at the strands like he was battling some inner conflict. For a moment, his attention drifted upward, as if distracted... or perhaps frustrated. The motion stretched his torso, muscles rippling beneath his skin, the moonlight casting a glow that highlighted every ridge and scar, each mark etched into his skin telling a story of battles fought and survived.

It was impossible not to be drawn in by the sight of him—those scars, remnants of his past, only seemed to make him more striking. The way the moonlight bathed him, illuminating the strength in his form, made him look almost unreal—untouchable, yet right there before me.

Tengen's gaze flickered back to mine, his expression shifting, the intensity in his eyes deepening. Slowly, almost reverently, he sank to his knees before me. The sight of him kneeling, his powerful form lowered, left me breathless. His touch had made me feel so vulnerable, yet his presence was grounding.

He placed his hands on my thighs, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin as he looked up at me, eyes filled with something that made my breath catch in my throat. It was as if he was silently asking for permission, yearning for me as much as I did for him.

My chest tightened, unable to look away from the raw emotion in his gaze. He leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against the inside of my knee, his touch both delicate and deliberate. Each kiss he left on my skin felt like fire, igniting something deep inside me. His lips trailed upward, slow, teasing, as if he wanted to savor every inch of the path he was making.

With each kiss, my body responded—heat pooling in my core, breath catching in my throat. His hands stayed firm on my thighs, pulling me slightly closer, his fingers warm and reassuring as he guided me into the moment.

The feeling of his lips moving higher, his touch unwavering, left me dizzy, and for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just us—his soft kisses, the way his breath brushed against my skin, and the undeniable pull between us.

As Tengen's kisses moved higher up my thighs, a sudden wave of vulnerability washed over me. My body trembled, not from fear, but from the overwhelming intensity of the moment. It was new, all of it—his touch, his closeness, the way my body responded to him without hesitation. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty swirling inside me.