𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

Jealous Touch // Nobunaga Oda

Looking up you see the paper sliding doors slowly open and a familiar figure appears before them until..

swoosh

Your husband smirks at you, sliding the doors shut swiftly. Innocently, he walks over to the futon and sits down on it, only slightly away from you.

"Entertain me."

You blink up at your husband. He sits a foot away, expressionless with damp hair, wet water drizzling down his cheek. You retreat your hands into your safe lap, taking in the sight of your handsome tease of a husband. What could he possibly mean by that

"And... how would you like me to do that?"

Giving his eyes full access to your bare neck, you lean your head back. His dark eyes meet just the spot you wanted him them to. He can already feel your smooth skin on his before you move a muscle. Although he would never admit it, Nobunaga craved the sensation of your hot touch.

Before biting his lower lip harshly, his lips curve into a devilish smirk. His alluring, big eyes started to squint as the nasty thoughts became to roll in. He knew his erection was growing, but he refused to let the thoughts just pass by.

As he intakes a hot breath, the muscles in his arms tense and he finds himself cursing under his breath.

Seeing as you were not going to make the first move, he began to feel uneasy and impatient.

Suddenly he moved closer to you and without warning, his fingertips begin tracing up your calf stopping at your knee. You know he doesn't play safe, this warlord doesn't want to be lonley tonight. He proves this when he grabs you by your thighs and yanks you closer.

He likes having you close, touching, but it wasn't close enough. Without a second thought, those large hands of his pull you on top of him. He leans back into the futon, leaving you sitting on top of his waist. Despite his hands moving to your butt, and the sight of him wetting his lips... he wasn't entirely gone.

He's so precious, really. Your hands play roughly with his long damp black locks. But if you ever told him that, he would laugh in your face and show you just how much he wasn't precious.

"Naga?" you ask seductively, leaving your mouth open slightly.

Before he could respond, you lean forward onto his chest, swaying your hips while you position yourself on his lap, acting as if you were innocently trying to find a comfortable position.

"Yes, angel?"

I see your intentions. Nobunaga Oda, you're not getting me that easy. He knows a single wink could make you fall to your knees. Any dirty glance or touch even, public or private and you were his. Even in a room full of warlords, any attention from this godly man turned you on.

"I wanna play a game."

Nobunaga loves and adores his wife, but he's not afraid to use all her weaknesses against her to get what he wants. He does it all the time!

His lips are against your thigh now. When you don't give him the reaction he wants, he quickly sits up and pushes you under him. Then his open lips meet yours. He starts kissing you at a slow pace, for you, it isn't fun if he rushes into it. You enjoy savoring the moment, feeling how rough larger lips feel against yours, the feeling of his warm body slowly meeting yours, inhaling his sweet like candy scent. You want to enjoy all of him, slowly.

His lips are rough, but the taste of him fills you with comfort and happiness, safety and security when his hands possessively pull you closer and closer as if he could never be content with just close.