#kny renguko

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❝𝐊𝐧𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩/𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬❞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚l𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Notes: I've been wanting to do this for awhile and decided to do it.

Requests: OPEN

ᴳⁱʸᵘ ᵀᵒᵐⁱᵒᵏᵃ

𝙾𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚒 𝙸𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘

Ｔｅｎｇｅｎ Ｕｚｕｉ

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐤𝐨 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝔊𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔦 ℌ𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔧𝔦𝔪𝔞

[connormurphysimp]

So I watched the demon slayer movie. I cried my heart out.

but how about renguko x borrower.

Hear me out. This man would be the most respectful human. Imagine the borrower completely terrified by how loud his voice is and his over enthusiastic nature.

Only to realize how big of a softie he really is

THERE IS NO TELLING ME THIS MAN WOULDN'T GIVE THE BEST CUDDLES.

COME ON SOMEONE WRiTE THIS ALREADY

[weeblmaodotcom]

Make this comment section look like Renguko's Search History , Meme by Weeblmao.com

[forsworned]

derp kny icons

[tanjir0se]

Renguko is literally so fucking funny. His very first interaction with Tanjiro in Mugen Train is almost word for word “cool cool cool man awesome story btw I’ve got absolutely no fucking clue what you’re talking about haha anyway want be my new little brother ? Come live in my house”

[archtoji]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀み ۪ ׄ ۪ LAYOUTS ANIMES ‼️ RED <3

[diaryfilms]

do you notice any similarities between my comfort characters? ahahahahaha 😀

[anahida]

Pandemonium

A Demon Slayer Fanfiction by me and @starywrites

Chapter 1 : Of Art and Ice

Plot: Katori Tsugikuni (My OC), the living drawing demon, and Hatsumi Akiyama (@starywrites 's OC), the Ice Hashira, talk about their lives as they walk to a friend's house.

Characters: Katori Tsugikuni (OC), Hatsumi Akiyama (OC), Kyojuro Rengoku (Mentioned), Enmu (Mentioned), Lady Tamayo, Muzan Kibutsuji (Mentioned) and Manjiro Tamio (OC, mentioned)

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of an unhealthy relationship, and that's it I guess.

~*~

Katori waited at the cave's entrance, watching the last rays of sunlight fade behind the trees. Soon it would be dark enough for demons like her to come out from hiding.  She didn't have to wait long before a figure emerged from the woods. 

"Hello." a familiar voice greeted softly, making Katori smile as she watched her human friend Hatsumi step out of the shadows of the woods.

"It’s good to see you again, my friend." Said Hatsumi.

"Always a pleasure." Katori smiled.

 "Are you here to commission another living landscape for your home? I wonder what your husband, the flame Hashira, said about the last one. Most people think they're cursed because a demon created them."

Hatsumi returned the smile. “My husband and my other Hashira friend seem to love the painting, which was a relief but I didn’t come here for a commission.  It’s silly how they think they are cursed, they are more blessing than anything.”

"If only more people thought of it that way...." Katori sighed. "So, why are you here, my friend?"

“I came here with some news, my friend.” She said, giving her demon friend a sympathetic look.

Katori suddenly looked a little excited. A spark appeared in her ever expressionless eyes. "And?"

"It's some good news my friend or some hopeful news at least. For you are going to be an aunt." the ice Hashira said, finally revealing the news to her friend.

Katori tried to smile again but it was too painful for her. So Hatsumi and her husband, Kyojuro Rengoku were having a child. Something Katori has been deprived of as a human. She did feel happy for her friend but also couldn't help feeling sorry for herself. 

"That's wonderful, Hatsumi-chan. I'm glad." She finally said with a bitter smile.

Hatsumi then notices something was off with her friend after the news for she often recognized hiding something else as it habits her often.  "Are you okay, Katori-chan?" she asked with a hint of worry on her face.

Katori forced herself to smile more brightly, despite the heavy burden on her chest. "Yes, I'm fine, my friend. Don't worry."

"Are you sure? we can always talk about it if there is something wrong when you feel ready, my friend" Hatsumi said, not wanting to pressure her friend.

"Well... As much as I'm happy for you, I just got reminded of how my former husband and I could never have children." Katori finally decided she was safe enough to mention this. "But that's not important." She said, fighting back her tears remembering the pressure and humiliation she'd felt because of that misfortune. "I'm just glad that you have a great family, and I'm sure that this new addition will make everything all the more marvelous. And you deserve it, my friend. You're pure as the snow on a January morning."

Hatsumi's heart was warmed by the compliment even though she understood what it meant. Her friend had gone through so much suffering and hardship that it was almost unfair to give hope and happiness to someone like that. But now that this hope and happiness were hers, she couldn't imagine not being able to share it with anyone.

 Even the most bitter person should be able to find joy in their life.

"Thank you, my friend." The ice Hashira said, genuinely touched by her kind words.

They stayed silent for a while until Katori spoke up again.

"Would you mind accompanying me tonight, my friend?"

"I would love to, my friend," Hatsumi responded moving some strands of hair that were starting on her face.  "I wanted to tell you about the news for you are like a sister to me and my excitement took over.  You are the first person I told the news to," she added. Hatsumi then let out a deep breath as she started to undo the braid she normally wore with a few strands starting to come out from the braid.

Katori just looked at her friend for a few seconds, in a state of melancholic awe. Did Hatsumi, a Hashira, really regard her, a demon who still killed people, despite her victims being the old unwilling to live any longer, so highly? She didn't know what to say or do. The first person to be told about such important news... That was something tremendous. It must have meant that it would come with a great deal of responsibility as well, but Katori was so delighted that someone trusted her so much that she'd gladly take it on, as it seemed that her friend felt like she needed the support. Hashiras leas difficult lives, after all. And even though Katori's own recent decisions would also be bringing a great deal of responsibility, if not trouble, she didn't feel burdened like she always did when someone trusted her so much. Still, the encounters that awaited them made her feel butterflies in her stomach and she wasn't even certain if it was the pleasant kind. She finally answered her friend who also felt close as a sister to her now.

"Wow... I'm very fortunate to have someone like you think so highly of me. Thank you. I'll make sure to support you in every way I can." Katori said, wishing she could say she regarded Hatsumi the same way, but she never really dared to express her feelings that much.

"You don't have to thank me. I think highly of you for you are my friend and you have been so kind to me on numerous occasions.  I appreciate your assistance and I will do my best to show you the same support in return, my friend."  The hashira responded as she looked for understanding knowing what she meant.  Although the ice hashira won't admit it she was tankful truly that Katori offer some assistance because while she felt excited she was also nervous with Muzan still around and were a long time before there could ever be true peace.  The other reason is that her husband told her that he was going to be on a mission to the Mugen train and although her husband went on plenty of missions.  Coming back alive although with the occasional injuries that can happen when battling demons there was also a part of her that worries about his safety.  she also wonders if she could still try to perform her duties as The ice hashira for she didn't want to not leave the other hashira to keep on the fight and have her do nothing to help.

She didn't tell her demon friend this but Kyojuro didn't know that she was with child or was possibly showing signs often hiding it to ease her husband's worries and concern for she didn't want him to worry about her.

Katori glanced at her human friend with a smile and they continued walking in silence for a while when she suddenly felt a shiver run through her spine. Even as a human, she had a strong sense of what people around her were thinking or feeling, and at that moment Katori could feel that Hatsumi was worried about something that she knew of, or had a hand in. It made her very uneasy because even though she was somewhat an outcast among demons because of how she chose to live, she'd still managed to befriend one of the twelve Kizuki. And for some reason, she was certain that this was somehow related to what made her friend worried, which was no surprise since she and her husband were Hashiras and constantly in battle with demons, especially the ones closer to Muzan, which would be the Kizuki. Katori took out her paintbrush and quickly scribbled the shape of a flower onto the horrifyingly pale skin of her forearm, and after but a second, she was holding a virtually concrete flower in her hand, which glowed and sparkled, and looked somehow more pleasant than an actual flower. That was her blood demon art. She could make living drawings of almost anything, even people. Even other demons. But she'd only been able to maintain the form of those more intricate beings for a considerable amount of time recently after she'd managed to eat a few people. However, her power still wasn't as strong as she wanted it to be. 

Katori then offered the flower to Hatsumi. "This is for you, my friend. I guess it could serve as a rather charming accessory while it lasts... And I assure you, it will last very long.' She said with a sigh, knowing that her last statement revealed what she had done. However since Katori knew she had the ice Hashira's trust, she gathered enough courage to move on and ask what she wanted to know.

"So, have they given you a new mission yet? Although I suppose they wouldn't if they learn about your pregnancy. What about your husband? What is he up to these days?"

The ice hashira smiled at the flower as she put it in her hair before letting out a deep sigh.

“I appreciate the flower my friend.  I haven’t received any words about any new missions for me but my husband on the other hand was going on a mission on the Mugen train and to say I’m worried is an understatement. I don’t think he knew that I’m pregnant.”

Katori almost gasped when she heard Hatsumi say "Mugen Train". So once again, her instincts were right. This mission had something to do with her Kizuki friend. Enmu, the dream demon, was the demon who reigned supreme on the train tracks, after all. He was her friend, and even she was surprised how that could be, because she tried her best not to harm humans as much as possible, and yet Enmu was cruel on that matter. Maybe it was the similarities between their blood demon arts, maybe it was something else. It just couldn't be explained. Katori felt horrible. She didn't like what was going to happen. If either side won that battle, it would make her devastated. As she tried her best to conceal her feelings, she turned to Hatsumi and tried to say, someone.

"I... I see. It must be really difficult."

Those were the only words that came out of her mouth, no matter how much more she wanted to say.

"I apologize for the subject matter, my friend" Said Hatsumi, realizing the growing awkwardness that happen with the words she had spoken and wanted to maybe change the subject to a lighter subject matter.

"You're so nice, Hatsumi-chan. You have nothing to apologize for, anyone in your shoes would feel the need to talk to someone."

"I appreciate you listening to me it's just the war keeps getting worse and worse by the second it feels like.  it makes you wonder if peace will truly be coming soon and I do hope peace is possible."

"I know what you mean, my friend. I truly wish that there could be peace between us demons and the humans. I see both sides as my people and I think there are ways we could get along... If only my kind stopped being so selfish."

"if only my kind can try to find maybe resources to better help your kind.  I wish we find peace soon and this talk of peace reminds me of lady Tamayo"

"Yeah indeed, although perhaps we have no right to ask you for help... But I wish we could accept and appreciate it... All of us. Yes, I'm glad we're visiting her tonight. She's a wonderful person."

"I am glad we are and after all this commotion it nearly slipped my mind."

"Pregnancy brain, eh?" Katori said with a smile. "Too bad I'll never know what it's like."

"For what is worth you will make a wonderful aunt in my opinion."

"Thank you. I'll try my best. Something is bothering me though. I wonder if my ex-husband, Manjiro, has married someone else and has children with her now. I don't even know why I care, though."

"I don't have all the reasons for these for the heart can't truly let go of a love for someone even if time passes."

"Perhaps that's true. However, it makes me sick to think I might still love that man. I lost everything because of him."

Katori tried her best to stop her tears from falling. After all these years, she still hadn't managed to forget the pain she'd felt as a human.

Hatsumi places a comforting hand on Katori's shoulder.

"I am so sorry for what that awful man has done to you, and while I don't understand the extent of what he did, you didn't deserve that. And I am sure one day you'll find happiness."

"Thank you, dear Hatsumi. I hope so. I do."

Katori sighed because she didn't feel good about her future at all. Especially since the current object of her affections seemed to be even worse than Manjiro in many ways.

"I know so. You can't change the past no matter how hard you try, but what you can chase is now and I know for a fact any man would be lucky to have you."

"Oh... You flatter me so! You're right, that's correct, by the way."

"I am glad you think so, my friend." Said Hatsumi with a smile.

And then, they realized that they had almost arrived at Lady Tamayo's house.

"Well it seems we've come at the right moment," Katori said, smiling widely before heading inside the gates with Hatsumi following.

After knocking on the door and waiting for the person inside to open the door, the two of them stepped inside and were welcomed by the smell of something delicious cooking. It even smelled pleasant to Katori who was a demon. And to be fair, so were Lady Tamayo and her associate. So this came as a bit of a surprise. 

 She knew that the older woman and her assistant cooked and cooked often, as long as they had food on their hands. The house was filled with warmth and the smells of various spices. Everything was bright and colorful and even the walls were adorned with different paintings and pictures. The scent of fresh tea wafted in the air, giving away its presence to the two women.

"Welcome, ladies!" Said Lady Tamayo cheerfully, as she walked towards them with a warm smile on her face.

"Hello, Lady Tamayo." Said Hatsumi with a small bow.

"It's good to see you again, Lady Tamayo," Katori said.

"Please sit down, my dear friends." Said Lady Tamayo while motioning towards a couple of chairs in front of her table in the middle of the room where there was a pot filled with fragrant tea and some sweets. And then, their important conversation began.

[harley-michaels-main]

Tales Under The Wisteria

Summary: The tales of a life from the past

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

You gazed out the open door, watching the rain while you sip on your tea. The rain always made you feel slightly more depressed, but the loneliness is what really killed you. It had been a long time since things around you had been quiet. You hated it.

However, the sound of knocking on the door brought a joyous feeling to your heart. You hopped up from your seat, rushing to the door. Hoping- praying- for some miracle.

When you opened the door, you were awestruck to see a young boy standing there. His hair was a deep maroon that matched his eyes. An odd birthmark was at the corner of his forehead that caught your eye.

"Ah- pardon me. Are you Y/n L/n?" You blinked before smiling softly, not having heard that name in a long time.

"Yes, that is my maiden name. Might I ask who you are?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side curiously. The boy's cheeks flushed bright red as he quickly bowed his head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am! My name is Tanjiro Kamado!"

"Ah- you the boy traveling with the demon!" You exclaimed before slapping a hand over your mouth. "Oh, dear, I shouldn't say things like that aloud. Please come in! It doesn't appear that the rain will stop soon."

Tanjiro raised his head, smiling warmly toward you. "Thank you, Ma'am. I truly appreciate it," He said as he stepped inside, taking off his shoes in the process.

You closed the door behind him, looking at the box on his back. "Is that your sister?" You questioned. Tanjiro nodded in response with a quick yes. You quickly looked around before you pulled the curtains and other doors closed. "There we go! You can let her out. I can't imagine our suffocating it can be in there."

Tanjiro carefully set down the box, making sure not to justle around Nezuko too much. "Nezuko? Are you awake? You can come out if you'd like." You watched in fascination as small knocks came from inside the box.

The door slowly opened. Then there was a hand. Then a head of hair. And finally, a small girl. Her bright pink eyes stared up at you in fascination. "Ah, hello there," You chimed. "Your name is Nezuko, correct? I'm Y/n. I've heard many things about you!"

Nezuko continued to just stare at you, not even blinking. "Ah, I'm sorry. She can't really talk," Tanjiro replied, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh, no! It's quite alright! You don't have to worry about it, honestly," You responded as you walked back toward the table you were sitting at. "Please come sit. I just made some fresh tea," You said, gesturing to the seat across from you.

Tanjiro was eager to take you up on your offer. You poured him a cup of tea, smiling when he took a big gulp. He immediately relaxed into his seat and let out a soft sigh.

You cleared your throat, gaining his attention. "Tanjiro... what brings you out here?" You questioned. The boy's smile fell as he set down his cup.

"I came to apologize." Your brows furrowed in confusion. "That night... on the train, I-"

"Please stop," You cut him off. He gazed up at you, your smile ever present. "What happened isn't your fault so, please, do not apologize... Kyojuro wouldn't appreciate it."

You blinked away the tears that were brimming your eyes and smiled. "He wouldn't want us to cry over him. He would want us to celebrate the life he lived and be proud of all of his accomplishments."

"Could you... Could you tell me about him?" His question caught you off guard. It had been a long time since you had told anyone any stories about the two of you.

"Alright. What would you like to know?" You asked, refilling your tea cups.

"Everything." A laugh erupted from your chest when you heard him.

"Very well. Let's see..."

You clung to the back of your Grandma's kimono, watching the father and son in front of you. It was terrifying how identical they were.

"Thank you for coming out here... I know it's the last moment, but it's important," The father said, bowing deeply. Your grandma smiled softly, shaking her head.

"It's alright. I hope you're alright with me bringing my grandchild along. Y/n, introduce yourself." You stepped around in front of your grandma, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Hello, I'm L/n Y/n. It's nice to meet you," You said, quickly bowing your head.

"It's nice to meet you as well. I'm Kyojuro Shinjuro. This is my son, Kyojuro." He placed a hand on Kyojuro's shoulder, gently pushing his son forward.

You raised your head, making eye contact with Kyojuro. "It's nice to meet you!" KYojuro exclaimed, making you jump slightly. You could hear your Grandma and Shinjuro laughing which caused your cheeks to flush a bright pink.

"Let's leave these two to get acquainted. Shall we get going?" Your grandma said, drawing Shinjuro's attention.

"Yes, please, this way," Shinjuro said, leading her inside. You stood there and shifted your gaze down to your feet. You could feel Kyojuro's gaze on you, but you were too nervous to say anything.

"Can your Grandma really help my mom?" You blinked. Kyojuro's words drew your eyes up to him.

"O-of course!" Your voice cracked under the pressure. You swallowed the lump in your throat and took a deep breath. "Grandma is the best doctor I know," You boasted. It was true, but she was also the only doctor you knew.

Kyojuro huffed. He was tired of hearing the same words over and over. "That's what they all say." Your cheeks started to flush in anger. How dare he doubt your Grandma!

"Grandma is the best doctor! She always takes care of me when I'm sick and I'm healthy!"

"If you were healthy, why would you get sick?"

"Because people get sick, then they get better. It helps their systems."

Kyojuro tilted his head in confusion. "What systems?" You blinked.

"Um... The um, the systems in our bodies," You muttered, confused yourself. Grandma had explained before, but you weren't really listening. "Our bodies are made of different systems and stuff."

"Pardon my interruption." You looked back at Tanjiro as he cut you off. "It sounds like you two didn't get along at first." You couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"Yes, that's correct." Tanjiro blinked. He was trying to wrap his head around what you had said. Weren't you two... "But," You continued. "He was very worried about his mom and I was trying to stand up for my grandmother." Tanjiro nodded as he put together the pieces.

"Alright... Please continue."

"How do these systems work?" You thought for a moment. You wished that you could remember what they were and how they did work. Grandma said that there were a lot of different systems that did a bunch of different things.

"I... don't really know," You admitted, looking down at your feet. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment when you heard him start to laugh.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just funny that you are saying all of these things and you don't even know!" You huffed and stomped your foot.

"Oh yeah?! Well, at least I know about the systems!" You exclaimed as you crossed your arms. Kyojuro narrowed his eyes as his competitive side started to nag at him.

"My dad is the Flame Hashira. He's way more important than a doctor!"

"What?!" Your voice cracked as you glared at him. "My grandma takes care of all of the injured demon slayers! How do you think your dad and my grandma met?"

Kyojuro took a step closer to you, his golden-red eyes boring into you causing you to shrink back a bit.

"Make sure that she takes her medicine every day. One in the morning and once in the evening." The two of you jumped apart when you heard your grandma's voice.

"Thank you again. Let me know if there is anything else I can do to pay you back," Shinjuro said as he bowed his head. Your grandma chuckled softly and held up a hand to stop him.

"It's alright, dear. Just make sure that she gets her medicine taken," She said before turning toward you. "Y/n, let's get going. We have people at home to care for."

You nodded, running up to her. "I can help with dinner. Oh, and can I borrow your books? I want to show Rengoku-Kun the body systems!" Your grandma blinked, a smile slowly rising on her lips.

"Of course. We can bring them with us the next time we come back." You smiled brightly before looking at Kyojuro.

"I'll prove it to you next time." Kyojuro returned your smile.

"I'll be waiting!"

Shinjuro couldn't help but smile softly. How adorable. "Come alone, Kyojuro. Your mother wants to see you." Kyojuro stiffed up slightly.

"Yes, father!" He exclaimed before he quickly followed his father inside. "Bye L/n-chan!" You looked at him over your shoulder as you and your grandma start to leave.

"Bye! I'll see you next time!"

"And that was our first interaction. Eight years old and having no problems in life," You said, glancing down at your tea which has long gone cold.

Tanjiro thought for a moment, attempting to wrap his head around what was happening. "So you're... childhood um... Ch-childhood lovers?" His voice cracked when he said the words. At the same time, your face flushed a bright red.

"I guess you could say that," You muttered before you smiled softly. "Anywho, it's getting rather late. Why don't you two stay here for the night."

Tanjiro returned your smile before he bowed to you. "Thank you. We greatly appreciate it."

"No no, it's nothing. Come along, I'll show you to the spare room." You both rose from the table before you lead him down the hall to the spare room. It felt odd to have someone in the house. It had just been you for a while that you didn't know how to feel.

You left Tanjiro and Nezuko to get comfortable in their room as you went back to your own. You stared at the futon on your floor. It was large enough for two people and you despised you. You couldn't seem to get warm enough without your personal heater.

You took a shaky breath as you changed and climbed into the futon. You buried your face in the other pillow, a fading scent still detectible. "I miss you, Kyo... The boy you talked about came by today. You were right... He's oddly kind. I met his sister as well. She's a sweet little girl, I think you would have liked to get to know the two of them better."

You fell asleep in the cold room, yet it felt as if a warm presence was there with you.

[vishnyatsvetuart]

Homenaje a Pedro Infante.🌟💖💖 15/julio/2021

[tothemeadow]

You're awesome :3 keep up the lovely creations :D !! Errr soo I have been having this really angst and sad scenario where senjuro is a demona slayer and he accompanies kyoujuro to the train mission... and he dies instead XD protecting him and all *hides face* I just thought of giving you this idea, and you're free to decline... heh as if I need more sadness now XD

First of all, thank you so much! Second of all, I made myself fucking cry while writing this.

warnings: ANGST, death, mentions of blood

words: 2,700

The sound of shrieking fills the air.

He doesn’t know where it’s coming from. All he can see are giant flames, brilliant hues of orange and red reaching up towards the star-spangled sky. Its crackling is almost deafening to his ears; Senjuro presses his palms against his ears, trying to block out the sound. After the night he’s had so far, he wants nothing more to do with fire and trains.

To his side, he can barely make out Kyojuro’s words to Tanjiro. The boy made it out alive, thank the gods. He and that funny pig-headed guy successfully took down Lower Rank One, thus saving the day. In all honesty, Senjuro only wants to lie down and clock out. The passengers are safe. The demon is dead. Everyone can go home now.

A gentle tug at his haori grabs his attention. Dropping his hands, Senjuro looks down at his elder brother’s smiling face. Although he’s positively beaming, he looks incredibly tired. Senjuro can’t blame him; this night has been trying on everybody.

“Are you alright?” Kyojuro asks him.

Senjuro wants to tell him yes, he’s fine, but he can’t really bring himself to do so. He’s still relatively new at this whole “demon slayer” thing, and a battle this huge has sucked all energy out of him. “I’m not sure,” Senjuro says truthfully.

Kyojuro merely nods his head. “You’re not injured?”

At that, Senjuro shakes his head. If anything, he managed to get away with a couple bruises and scratches. He’s nowhere near Tanjiro’s fragile state. His eyes shift to the other, and he swallows hard. The front of Tanjiro’s uniform is drenched with blood, but it seems to be slowing. His breathing is steady, just like how Kyojuro’s is.

“I’m glad to know you’re safe,” Kyojuro tells him.

Senjuro joins him at his side, dropping down to his knees. The two brothers promptly give each other a hug; Senjuro begins to laugh in relief, his entire body shaking from the adrenaline leaking through his pores. Even Tanjiro flashes him a smile. He looks incredibly pained as he does, but Senjuro appreciates the notion nonetheless.

“Can we go home now?” Senjuro asks Kyojuro. With a laugh, Kyojuro ruffles the messy strands of Senjuro’s hair.

“Yeah,” Kyojuro says, his eyes turning soft. “We can.”

Things should have ended there. Everyone would’ve been safe, happy, alive. But, as fate likes to have it, it wasn’t.

A short distance away from where the three sit, something crashes into the surface, kicking up dust. The cloud dissipates into the night sky, revealing a tattooed demon. Senjuro’s throat goes dry. It happens all too fast – the demon, coming after Tanjiro and attempting to smash his skull in; Kyojuro, sweeping his blade in a graceful arc and successfully slicing the demon’s arm in half.

Normally, Senjuro would be in awe of his brother’s incredible reflexes, but this man – this demon… Fear clutches onto Senjuro, squeezes the breath from his lungs. He grabs the hilt of his blade and draws himself to a stand. So, the fight isn’t over after all.

“Nice blade,” the demon says, nodding his head towards Kyojuro.

Kyojuro ignores the so-called compliment. “To target a wounded person… I cannot understand why.”

Rolling his shoulders, the demon cocks his head. “These two would only get between us. They’re in the way.”

At the comment, Senjuro’s blood runs cold. So, the demon’s here for Kyojuro. He doesn’t necessarily know why, but he has the inkling it has to do with Kyojuro’s status as a Pillar.

Kyojuro scoffs. “Do we have something to talk about? It’s only our first time meeting, but I already hate you.”

The demon smirks. “Really? Well, I hate weak humans, too. It’s disgusting to see them roam about in this world.”

“Then our moral values differ greatly,” Kyojuro responds, not missing a beat. His voice is dangerously level; Senjuro’s not sure he’s ever heard his brother speak in such a way before.

“I see.” The demon snaps his tongue, almost as if he’s lost in thought.  “Then I have a proposal for you: why don’t you become a demon?”

Senjuro’s eyes immediately fly to Kyojuro. What kind of question is that? Oh, gods, please don’t let him even think about it.

Still, Kyojuro’s voice still holds that cool, devoid tone. Wherever this conversation is heading, it’s not going to end pretty. “Not a chance.”

The demon presses on. “You’re a Pillar, right? I can tell by your strength. You’re battle spirit… It’s impressive. You’re get close to supreme territory, you know that?”

He should move, dammit. He should get Tanjiro out of here. He should swing his blade at the demon’s neck. But why – why isn’t Senjuro doing anything? His legs won’t move. He’s shaking so bad, so furiously, yet the others are deadly calm.

“I am the Flame Pillar, Rengoku Kyojuro,” Kyojuro says simply. He should be proud of wearing the title, just like how Senjuro is proud of him.

“Akaza,” the demon introduces himself. “Kyojuro, I’m going to tell you why you can’t cross into supreme territory; you’re a human. You’ll grow old, you’ll die. It’s that simple. But, if you become a demon… You can live for hundreds of years, become stronger.”

Senjuro does not like where this Akaza guy is getting at. If he thinks he can persuade Kyojuro this easily, and for something like becoming a demon, he’s got another thing coming. He notices Tanjiro stirring around on the ground, seemingly trying to get up. No, don’t do it, Senjuro thinks. He can’t stand the thought of Tanjiro putting himself in danger again.

“You’re wrong,” Kyojuro pipes up. “Growing old and dying…  That’s the fleeting beauty of being a human being. Because they can grow old. They can die. They’re astounding, lovable, and precious. Strength isn’t a word they use about the body. These boys here, they aren’t weak. Don’t you dare insult them.

“And I’ll say it again: you and I have different morals. No matter how hard life gets, how hard I fight to survive, I will never become a demon.”

“Aniki,” Senjuro murmurs. Hot tears prick his eyes, threaten to roll down his cheeks. Kyojuro is such a wonderful person. It’s no wonder Senjuro looks up to him. To be like his older brother, so kind and passionate about the simplest things, it’s incredible. Senjuro wants nothing more in life. As long as Kyojuro continues to smile at him, to guide him along his life’s path, he is at peace with his life.

Akaza releases a sigh, disappointed with Kyojuro’s decision. “I see.” Senjuro’s heart thumps as Akaza abruptly takes on an offensive stance. “If you won’t become a demon, then I’ll kill you!”

This can’t be happening.

A sob rips itself from Senjuro’s throat as the two spring into action. All he can do is stand dumbly to the side, blade quivering in his unsteady hands. The two move too fast for his eyes to follow; swirls of color and dust fill his vision, leave his mind reeling. Where’s Kyojuro? Where’s Akaza?

Fire floods Kyojuro’s body, his full strength coming to light. Despite his fearful crying, Senjuro’s in awe of his brother’s wondrous abilities. To be strong, to be on fire, to be so damned amazing – this is the way of the Fire Pillar. The name has been carried by the Rengoku clan for generations, and Kyojuro is doing a superb job of upholding it.

The shouting filling Senjuro’s ears is undecipherable. He knows Akaza’s yelling, going on about how Kyojuro should just give up and give in to becoming a demon. But Kyojuro wouldn’t do that. No, not with the life he’s living now. Being alive is a gift in itself. It’s beautiful and fleeting, just like he said.

Again, Tanjiro struggles to move. Like Senjuro, he wants to get up and fight, but his body won’t allow it.

“Don’t move!” Kyojuro’s voice booms over the sound of fighting. “Tanjiro, if your wound opens, it’ll be fatal! Standby!”

Tanjiro is stunned silent. His jaw drops, but no sound comes out. He looks up to Senjuro with frantic eyes.

“Don’t focus on the weaklings, Kyojuro!” Akaza screeches. “Give me all you got! Focus on me! Fight me!”

The sound of footsteps and puffing breath reach Senjuro’s ears. Turning his head, the pig-headed guy, Inosuke, runs up to his side. “Wow,” he breathes, and he’s completely shocked to a standstill, just like the other two.

This battle, full of blood and flames, engraves itself into Senjuro’s brain. His eyes refuse to blink despite the tears rolling down his cheeks. He wants to jump in, to help his beloved elder brother, but everything is moving too fast. There’s simply no opening in sight.

It stays like this for five, ten, fifteen minutes. Senjuro has completely lost all track of time. Hours may have passed, maybe even seconds. It’s impossible to tell anymore.

As a cloud of smoke dissipates into the night sky, the two fighters reappear, both standing in a defensive pose. Senjuro nearly chokes at the sight of blood soaking his brother’s clothes and coloring his face. This isn’t supposed to be how it goes. Kyojuro’s the Flame Pillar for gods’ sakes.

“It’s pointless, Kyojuro,” Akaza drawls. “All the hits you’ve made on me have already healed. But you… What about you? Your left eye is smashed, your ribs are broken, and your organs are wounded. There’s no way for you to recover from this. If you were a demon, you could heal yourself in a blink of an eye. All of this would be a mere scratch. No matter how much you struggle, you can’t beat me. Humans can’t beat demons.”

Both Inosuke and Tanjiro are trembling. They have to feel this dangerous sense in the air, just like Senjuro is. It’s coming.

The end is coming.

“I will fulfill my duties!” Kyojuro exclaims, raising his blade. “I won’t let anybody die here!”

Senjuro can’t move his eyes away from Akaza. The demon seems to be mumbling to himself, an awed expression playing on his face. He has no idea what Akaza is thinking, but his gut is saying something entirely different.

“You should really become a demon, Kyojuro!” Akaza screams, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He ducks down and Senjuro can practically feel the air thrumming around him. “Let’s fight for all eternity!”

Boom.

Akaza disappears in another cloud of dust; the air screams as its split in half from his blinding speed.

“No,” Senjuro mutters. “No!”

It’s at that moment his feet kick into gear. If he doesn’t do something now, Kyojuro’s going to end up dead. His heart races inside his chest, furiously pounding against his ribcage, but he doesn’t stop. He’s running blindly towards his older brother, rivers of tears streaming down his cheeks and splattering onto the dirt below. Kyojuro’s spent his entire life looking out for Senjuro; now it’s Senjuro’s turn to do the protecting. He’s been standing on the sideline for too long.

He’s a slayer, after all.

“Senjuro!” Tanjiro screams, his voice cracking towards the end.

Blood roars in Senjuro’s ears. He refuses to stop. He presses himself to go harder. It’s all for Kyojuro.

“Aniki!” Senjuro yells.

He can’t see through the dust. For a moment, he truly believes he’s gone by, but then the dust clears away once more. Akaza stands in front of him, disbelief reflecting in his eyes. For some reason, he doesn’t meet Senjuro’s eyes. Senjuro quickly glances down and chokes on a gasp. Akaza’s arm… is completely rammed through his abdomen.

Blood bubbles to the surface, stains Akaza’s tattooed arm and his own uniform. Senjuro gulps.

Kyojuro’s good eye widens at the sight before him. His own little brother, standing in front of him, with Akaza’s arm bursting out of his back. “Senjuro…?”

His face darkens in a fit of rage. His hands grips on the hilt of his blade; electricity sparkles to the ends of his fingertips and his vision turns red. An anguished cry of pure, unadulterated rage bellows throughout the night as he brings his blade down on Akaza’s neck.

It doesn’t slice all the way through, due to the thick muscle of Akaza’s neck. Cursing under his breath, Akaza throws his left arm out in a punch, trying to drive Kyojuro away. Just as his fist is about to make contact with Kyojuro’s bloodied face, Kyojuro’s other hand quickly clenches around Akaza’s wrist.

“Fuck, let me go!” Akaza screeches.

His right arm flexes inside of Senjuro’s body, sending shocks of pain up the boy’s spine. A fresh new wave of tears spills down his face. Both he and Kyojuro scream at each other in their deathly grips; from what Senjuro can see, the blade of Kyojuro’s sword slices further into Akaza’s neck.

“Inosuke, move! Come on! Move towards Rengoku-san!” Tanjiro’s scratchy voice yells.

Out of the corner of his eye, Senjuro can see the other two slayers running towards the three of them. In the distance, the first rays of dawn begin to peek across the tops of the trees. Holding his breath, Senjuro watches as Tanjiro and Inosuke close in on Akaza.

However, it’s too late.

With a great leap, Akaza breaks himself free of Kyojuro’s grasp. Both of his arms get torn off in the process, but his wild eyes and grit teeth are more than enough to show that he doesn’t care. With Kyojuro’s blade still stuck in his neck, he makes a beeline for the trees. Tanjiro immediately takes after him, screaming with rage.

“You coward!” Tanjiro bellows. “You damn coward! Rengoku-san won! He’s amazing! He’s strong! He’ll never lose, especially not to you!”

Senjuro drops to his knees.

“Oh, gods, no, no, no,” Kyojuro rambles, hastily dropping by Senjuro’s side. His bloody hands clutch Senjuro by the shoulders, force him to stay straight up. “Senjuro-“

Senjoru openly weeps. He feels his brother’s hands stroking his hair and face, but the tears won’t stop. It hurts so much. Blood and tears pool around him, and there’s nothing that can be done about it.

“Senjuro, look at me,” Kyojuro pleads. His face is a sore sight to look at; bruises are beginning to appear on his jaw and cheekbone, plus the blood flowing down his eye and down his mouth looks more like grotesque waterfalls. It paints Senjuro to see his elder brother like this.

With trembling hands, Senjuro latches weakly onto the fabric of Kyojuro’s cape. “A-aniki,” he hiccups, “I don’t want to die.”

Tears prick the corners of Kyojuro’s eyes. “You’re not, Senjuro. I refuse to let you. Just keep breathing, okay?”

“I just wanted to protect you,” Senjuro continues. He knows he’s rambling at this point, but he has to get these words out before he never has the chance to ever again. “You- you’ve always been the one protecting others. I wanted… I didn’t want to see you die.”

“You did a great job,” Kyojuro chokes out. “I’m so proud of you. I always was.”

Senjuro’s vision blurs. Whether it’s from the tears or blood loss, he doesn’t know. “I’m… I’m going to see Mom again, aren’t I?”

This time, Kyojuro can’t hold back the sob that leaves his throat. He clutches Senjuro to his chest, buries his face in Senjuro’s hair. “My boy. My beautiful boy.”

Gorgeous streaks of pink and orange fill the morning sky. Pulling away, Kyojuro flashes Senjuro a heart wrenching smile. It’s soft, just like the sun. Kyojuro’s always been like the sun in Senjuro’s eyes: so full of life, bright, amazing. All he ever wanted was to be like his brother.

Over Kyojuro’s shoulder, a shimmering form appears in the sunlight. It’s someone Senjuro hasn’t seen in a long time.

“Mom?”

His mother smiles softly. “You protected your brother, Senjuro. Thank you.”

“Can I… Can I go home now?”

His mother nods her head. “Yes.”

With a sniffle, Senjuro looks back to Kyojuro. “Aniki… I’ll say hi to Mom for you.”

Kyojuro’s face scrunches, his shoulders shaking, but that pained smile still remains. “I look forward to meeting you again, Senjuro.”

“I do too, Aniki. I do too.”

[forsworned]

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀

✧ warnings. nsfw under da cut, fingering, receiving/giving, nipple play, unprotected sex yadah yadah readt at your own discretion

✧ author's note. imma just say if u kno u knoooo i'm not having writer's block per say, but i just felt like writing this hot piece for u kyoujurou suckasss, enjoy ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧˚

You sighed as you watched Kyoujurou train from the porch of his estate. The sun was beating down on him giving him a summer glow. The sweat on his naked torso glistened under the sun and how his lips parted as it dripped down his face.

You could only huff as you rubbed your thighs together to provide some sort of friction. It was unfair how ridiculously delicious he was. Clad in only his uniforms pants as he sheathed the wooden sword and attacked the air.

If only he knew how much you wanted him just now, but it was way too embarrassing for you to bring up to him. You and Kyoujurou had only been together for some months now, but even still it was hard to even steal a kiss from this man.

He was usually so busy with missions and with you as a non demon slayer that practically left you with virtually no time together. When he was back, he spent his time usually training and under the sun. And since it was summer the days were long the sun set at eight pm and you went back to your home with him escorting you at the very least.

He would simply kiss you ontop of your forehead and say good night but on better nights, you would find the courage to ask him to actually kiss you. To which he would get embarrassed, but would oblige.

Kyoujurou wanted to keep you happy, though sometimes it was hard stepping out of his comfort zone with you. He had woman always flocking at him and practically throwing themselves at him and yet he choose you. And for good reason too. You were headstrong, reliable, graceful and independent.

He saw you more for than just your divine beauty, and the curves under your yukata. He loved you, for you. But it was more complicated than that.

You see, as much as Kyoujurou spent his time rescuing women and speaking to them (not flirting, just outrightedly speaking to them), he really did not have much experience with them. He was married to his work as he would say. It took him some time to even allow himself the pleasure of being by your side, but something always nagged at the back of his mind.

That you deserved a man better, more capable of pleasing you. That he lacked the common most basic skills of a man who could satisfy your desires and needs.

It was almost painful being close to you. He wanted to appeal to you and bring out the sexual energy that you yearned for. He could see it in your eyes, but it was always push and pull for him.

Sometimes he would find himself browsing casually through book stores in between missions and skim the explicit ones. It would intrigue him as he would think of all the very many ways he could gratify you. One that he had stumbled upon had really caught his eye.

It was translated from ancient Sanskrit to Japanese. Kama Sutra.

"Tryna please your ol' lady, eh?"

The voice startled him and his cheeks were dashed with crimson as he shut the book immediately. The vendor was an old woman with a sweet smile that had beckoned to him to just take a look at the shop and he obliged wanting to see if he could find some sort of souvneir to bring back for you.

"Just browsing!" He began to put the book back but the old lady shook her head as she inhaled her pipe and blew the smoke out slowly.

It swirled around in the air as she chuckled. "Keep it."

He glanced down from the book to her. "Oh, I couldn't do that."

"Nonsense, there's a lot of things a young man like you should know about a woman's body. Especially if you want to please her in all the right ways."

"I--" His cheeks flushed a rosy red but her back was already facing him as she waved him off.

"Come on, let's get you checked out."

He could only watch her in shock as she beaconed him over to the counter and he followed behind her as she propped her self up on a stool and began to carefully wrap the book in a cloth and handed it to him.

Kyoujurou began to fish for his wallet, but the old lady only waved him off. "On the house."

"Oh, no. I couldn't." He urged.

"Please." She pushed it toward his chest and his eyes went wide at the force behind her hand.

"Enjoy the read. It's a good one. Kept my marriage happy." She winked and he felt abashed as he bowed and hurried out of the shop.

That was weeks ago. That book had been sitting on his study for some time now. He delved into it the moment he had gotten home that day and flipped through it. The way that his member would mercilessly press against the fabric of his sleeping pants and he tried to flex his arms for it to go down.

But the drawings on the paper were beginning to transform into you and him in the same positions and it was undoing him. This book would be the end of him.

There was a time where Senjurou had been tidying up his study and stumbled upon it. It was opened to a page that Kyoujurou had made some rather raunchy footnotes about you and him.

Senjurou would quickly clean the rest of his room out and leave in a hurry making sure he didn't run into his older brother. He couldn't even look at Kyoujurou without blushing and soon he found out why.

Kyoujurou could only sigh and laugh as he flipped through the pages. If he were being honest with himself. He wasn't reading much into the text. He was a man after all, so if there were a picture he would pay attention to that.

Not that he was a shallow man. He adored you for your intelligence and ambitious personality, but it was hard to concentrate on the text when the images on the paper were so sensual.

He would soon find himself thinking of you again and rubbing at his sore member as his tip leaked out thinking of you ontop of him, grinding down against him. Oh, the lewd faces you'd make and the sweet, airy moans that would escape you as you took his length in over and over again.

The thought of him tasting your saccharine, swollen center is what sent him over the edge as he came in hard wisps of creamy white that covered his knuckles. His chest rose and fell as he came to his senses.

"Oh, sweet, [name]." He whispered to himself as he used the back of his thumb to wipe away his perspiration.

He closed his eyes as he made one last swift movement in the apricot glow of the sunset and he could sense that you were at your wits end as you laid your form against the porch. You were propped up on your elbow as your chin rest in your palm, flipping through what looked like a novel.

You looked so lovely as the summer breeze caressed at your baby hairs and your perspiration condensed against your skin. As he approached you, he noticed that you were reading something that looked oddly familiar.

"What are you reading, my love?" He asked as he stood over you with his hands on either sides of his hips.

"Oh, just something I found on your study. You have quite the racy footnotes, Kyo." You mused with a satisified smile on your face as you flipped to the next page.

His whole body stiffened as he analyzed the text and realized that you were in fact reading his raunchy annotations on small sticky notes that he stuck betwen various pages describing exactly how he would pleasure you.

"I think this one is my favorite." You peeled it off and read it out loud. "'I can only imagine the delicate moans of [name] as I taste her honeyed slit.' Wow, Kyo, you're quite the writer."

He could stand there with broad fiery eyes as his muscles tensed. He could feel his member twitch under his uniform pants.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" You inquired as you stood up to meet his gaze. You wrapped your arms around his dampened shoulders and your lips were a hair breadth's apart. "Or are you gonna do something about it?"

His face was hot, flushed as he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist. Was he embarrassed as hell that you had found his raunchy annotations? Hell yes. But was it worth the way you were looking at him right now, waiting for him to devour you right on the spot? Again, hell yes.

"You are quite the crafty one, [name]."

"He speaks."

He chuckled. "Would you enjoy if I spoke more or did more?"

"Depends on what you're going to be saying and doing." Your fingers danced across his chest and he shuddered under your touch.

His gaze meet yours for a moment before looking to your lips and then finally capturing them in a feverish manner. You didn't care how drenched in sweat he was, you just wanted him and bad.

His large hand was now clasping gently around your neck as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips and you hungrily obliged. Kyoujurou usually handled you so gently, but something about the way he was kissing you and holding you right now felt fierce and overwhelmingly passionate.

His hands raking through your hair as he pressed open mouth kisses down your throat and then back up again to your earlobes. It felt like heaven.

"Let's go to my bedroom." He whispered as he sucked onto your earlobe and you did not even have a single thought nor hesitation.

You simply followed him as he tugged at your hand down the hall. The sunlight glowed through his window as it filtered onto his futon and he shut the shoji behind him.

"Laid down." He commanded.

And again, not a thought behind any of your actions. You merely listened to everything you were told as you laid down on the soft mattress and eyed him.

His chest was rising falling and his member was hard and long under his pants. You gripped at the sheets waiting for his next demand.

"Now, open your yukata."

You slowly undid the waist tie and let it fall as you opened your yukata leaving your naked figure for display. He couldn't hide how much he wanted you any longer and simply got on his knees in front of you as he immediately took your soft bud in his mouth and you moaned rather lewdly as he did.

A smile on his lips as he gazed up at you. "Apologies for making you wait for so long, my love."

"Just as long as you make it up to me right now."

"I'll do more than make it up."

You hummed in response as he sucked on your nipples once again, this time slightly harsher this time as he had intended to mark your body as his. His other hand roaming your body feeling the surface of your skin and kneading at your curves. Your hands gripped at his blonde hair as you arched your back in pleasure.

His hand soon finding your slick folds and he thrummed in content. "I always imagined you this wet for me, [name]."

"You don't have to imagine anymore." You breathed as he thumbed at your clit.

Another hum as he continued his ministrations against your other nipple and teasing at your wetness. His middle finger soon finding your entrance as he gently pushed into your core and you inhaled sharply as he did.

"Two please." You moaned.

And he obliged pushing his index finger into you as he had mentally gone over the notes in his head to try and find the spongey part of you and rubbing against it.

"Is this okay?" He asked and you nodded as he coaxing the area.

"That feels really good." You smiled throwing your head back in ecstacy.

His lips now at your abdomen, giving it airy kisses that made the muscles there clench sensitively. He watched as you sucked his fingers in coating them beautifully. He wanted to taste you so bad.

With one more peek at your lewd yet beautiful visage he dipped his head between your thighs and began to suck at your clit immediately.

An audible gasp from you as you sat up a little gazing down at him. His eyes were shut for a moment before he opened them to look at you just before you let out a wonton moan.

"Fuck..." You whispered as he engaged his tongue lapping up your sweetness.

A grin tugging at your lips. "Are you enjoying my 'honeyed slit?''

He stopped for a moment making you frown, but as you were about to open your mouth again his fingers slipped into your core as he lapped at your clit. That was definitely one way to shut you up as you could only mumble profanties and his name over and over again.

"Kyoujurou..." You squirmed feeling yourself reaching your climax and he could sense that you were.

The way you were clenching against his digits was a clear sign of that and he didn't cease his actions. In fact, he had sped them up slowly as you attempted to muffle your moans.

"Why are you covering your moans?" He looked up at you and you breathlessly gazed down at him.

"What if Senjurou and your dad come back?"

He grinned before going back down to pay heed to your throbbing wetness. "They won't be back until tomorrow, so I can have you all night."

And that is what about sent you into another plane of pleasure as he continously lapped you up and thrusted his fingers into you finding your cervix. A string of incoherent mumblings as you felt yourself being undone, but he continued to his actions until you writhed.

"Kyoujurou!" You exclaimed gasping for breath as you squeezing your thighs together and he lifted his head and his fingers from you.

A large grin on his face as he had feel absolutely exhilirated from you. "Did you cum, my love?"

You rolled your eyes as laid back down and spreading your arms out onto the futon. "Obviously."

He laughed as peered down at his coated fingers and then your naked but shaking body. You felt yourself still buzzing from the high as he came up to kiss you letting you taste yourself from his lips.

"You're not satisfied are you?"

You opened your eyes to look at his face and his eyes were half lidded observing you.

"No."

Your hand approached his clothed length and firmly squuezed it and he let out a shaky groan. His fingers glazed with your cum went to your lips and opened them tasting yourself once more, wrapping your tongue around his digits and your hands working his member.

His free hand went to grasp at your hair as he moaned, but this time against your lips as he removed his fingers. He replace his digits with his tongue as he swirling around your mouth and against your teeth in search of yours.

You fiddled with his pants until finally you undid them and his member sprung to life as you began to pump him.

He sighed as he laid back against the mattress letting you work your magic as you rolled your thumb over his tip using his precum as lube. And boy, was there a lot of it.

"Did I really do a number on you?"

He grinned with closed eyes. "How could you not?"

You susurrated in satisfication as you took his lips with yours and his fingers slipped between threads of your soft hair and grasped at them.

He pulled away from you for a moment and a slight hiss escaped his lips as he buckled his hips forward with a grimace on his face.

"What's wrong?" You stopped your ministrations and he let out a small huff.

A sheepish grin on his face. "Ah, I just..."

He averted his gaze for a moment before looking at you again. His face flushed as hell and his lips pink from kissing you. "I don't think I can wait much longer."

"What do you mean?"

"I just..." His hand went to your thigh and then dipped between your folds again and you gasped as he worked your clit.

"Just what?" You said between breaths as your forehead touched his.

"I want you on top of me."

Your eyes fluttered open as you looked down at him. A shyness overcame him as he licked his lips in anticipation. "I want to be inside of you."

You bit your lip smiling down at his lips as you moved his hand and shifted your form so that your legs were on either side of his muscular torso.

"Right now?"

He nodded and with that you shuffled to peel away at his pants so that he was left bare in front of you and you took off your yukata so that he coud fully see you as you straddled him once again. His hands immediately roaming your body, feeling at your curves and kneading your breasts as he came up to kiss at them. You sighed as he took your nipples in his mouth again and began to suck on them and you couldn't help but grind down on his exposed member.

A sharp inhale from him as he grasped at your hips and nibbled at your breasts causing you to whimper.

"Sorry." He immediately said looking up at you but you were only smiling.

"I don't mind if you're a little rough."

He relaxed as he felt you pushing him back down with your hands and began to kiss at his naked torso and neck. You roamed his body with your soft hands as you gave his nipples a squeeze and then finally took one of them in your mouth. He hesitated for a bit before letting his tense body unwind again.

"Do you not like it?"

"No, I do. It's just a foreign feeling." He breathed as he raked his fingers through your hair before holding it back with one fist.

"Mmm. okay."

Was all you said before you continued your actions, teasing at his nipple with your lips and he writhed beneath you. He wasn't against you dominating him, not one bit. In fact, he loved that you were taking control and you loved every last bit of doing it.

As you released your lips from his nipple, you began to go down kissing at his toned abdomen until finally you were fact to face with his erection that was teeming with pre cum.

"That looks painful."

He let out a shudder. "A little."

You simply hummed as you took him into your mouth and his hands were quick to tighten their grip around your hair and let out a groan. You took him in slowly letting his length fit into your mouth and down your throat and he could watch with carmine dusted cheeks as your pretty lips wrapped around his dick.

"[name]..." He whispered shutting his eyes as his hips arched forward and you smiled as you released his appendage with a loud pop.

"Yes?"

He let out a loud sigh as his chest heaved. "I need you."

"I'm right here, Kyo." You cooed, brushing your hands against his stomach and he inhaled.

"You know what I mean."

"No, I'm afraid you're going to have to be a little more specific, darling."

Wicked. That was so wicked of you. You knew what he wanted and yet, you wanted him to say it. Why did he have to spell it out for you?

"[name]..." He looked down at you with his fierce eyes. "Come here, now."

You really done it now. Without another word you were raising your head and body to come back to him, but he was already lifting your body to straddle him once again.

His fingers felt at your wetness and you were practically sopping wet. A devilish smile on his face as he rubbed at you and you exhaled.

"Are you going to listen to me now?"

You whimpered and nodded your head.

"Good girl."

"Now," He took his member his hand so that it stood upward. "you're going to take my cock."

You licked your lips as you looked down at his glistening member, not able to answer him right away.

"Right?" He took your chin with his finger so that you were gazing at him.

You nodded as you lifted your hips readying yourself for him.

"Good..."

You bit your lip as his tip disappeared into your swollen slit and then finally the entirety of his length. You both gasped as he threw his head back and grasped at your hips.

"Fuck..." He mumbled.

It was completely uncharacteristic of him to swear, but it turned you on immensely.

"Are you alright?" He snapped out of his trance looking up at you with concern.

You raised your brow at him playfully. "I should be asking you that."

He chuckled rubbing his hands at your thighs. "Yes, I'm just so entranced by you."

You felt your face warm at his sudden words and you bent down to capture a sweet kiss to which he held you down with his forearm to kiss you back until you let up.

Your hips lifting again and then dropping as you grinded slowly as against him and he let out a moan as you did over and over again. Picking up your speed as you bounced on his length and him watching as your breasts shook with every movement and the way you threw your head back in euphoria.

He could no longer just lay down and take it and soon he felt his hips meeting yours, you cried out in pleasure not knowing what to do with your hands anymore.

You couldn't even think straight as many profanties slipped from his lips.

"Talk--talk to me, please." You whimpered.

"How so?" He said between thrusts.

"Like--tell me---tell me how you like fucking me. How I look right now--I don't know. Just talk dirty--to me!" You exclaimed and then he stopped his actions.

He blinked back at you several times and you exhaled loudly as you slumped against his shoulders trying to catch your breath.

"Do you want me to talk about your body?"

"Yes."

"Or the way you look when I'm inside of you?"

"Sure."

"And how you sound?"

"Yes! Yes! Things of that nature!" You said in an exasperated tone as your lifted your head to look at him.

"Sorry."

He smiled at you as he brushed away the strands from your face. "Anything for you, my love."

You licked your lips as he brought you down for a kiss and began to slowly thrust into you again.

"I love the way your breasts bounce when I thrust into you."

"Yeah?"

"Yes and the way you moan. It's like music to my ears, you know?"

You moaned at him just saying that as you felt yourself growing more tired of bouncing on his dick.

"Have you grown weary?"

"A little."

"Do you want to switch?"

"I thought you'd never ask." You groaned as you lifted yourself from him and threw yourself onto the futon.

He chuckled as he watched you sprawl out onto the mattress as he hovered over you and kissed at your neck.

You smiled as you felt him positioning you again. Your legs on either side of his shoulders, but instead of feeling his length inside of you you felt pleasure from his wet tongue as it circled around your clit.

"Oh..." Was all you could say as he lapped you up but only for a moment before setting you back down.

"Stop teasing me." You whined and bit his lip.

"Apologies. Let me make it up to you." He replied as he posititoned his length to your slit, wrapping your lips around and he could only watch as he urged himself into you slowly.

He breathed heavily as he threw back his head back slightly before refocusing himself and he then filled you up with himself. His mouth parted as he watched the tip move in your abdomen.

"Shit...you take me so well, [name]." He whispered as he began his motions again.

This time they were rougher, but beyond pleasurable as he picked up his speed and you moaned involuntarily.

"More."

"Louder."

"More! Kyoujurou! More!" You face flushed as you covered your face with your forearm.

"Don't cover your face. I want to see you." He removed your arm and you felt your lip quiver as he leaned into you and adjusted your legs so that he could reach a new area and that's when you felt him pushing against your cervix.

"Fuck." You cried out. "Please, right there."

"Are you about to come?"

"Yes!"

He smiled down at you as he lifted his hips to slowly push into you to give your cervix extra care and atttention as he moved his hand to your clit.

"Good, cum for me."

You felt yourself unraveling as he circled your clit and hit your sweet spot over and over until you felt the the tightness release. Euphoria washed over you as you gripped at his torso and called out his name.

He slowly released into you after as he eased into you once more before climaxing. His cum covering your pulsating pussy and he grinned down at you panting.

You felt your whole body buzz in pleasure as you gazed down at yourself. You were covering in your own cum as well as his and he was still spurting pearly white strings.

"Oh my God. You made such a mess of me." You complained with a frown.

He squeezed your ass causing you to yelp. "Don't start fussing with me now."

You swatted at his shoulder and he chuckled as he leaned down and engulfed your lips and you brought him in encasing him to your frame.

"I'm happy I was able to do this for you." You murmured against your lips.

"I'm happy that old lady gave you that book."

His eyes widened at your words as he pulled away. "What do you mean?"

You began to giggle at his shocked expression. "Oh, come on. It can't be that surprising."

"You mean..." It was all starting to come together and a grin tugged at his lips as he began to tick you. "You little minx."

"Ahh! Stop!" You whined trying to get away from him but he wasn't letting up.

"I knew something was up." He continued his tickle torture until he felt like it was enough and laid next to you.

You caught your breath and then propped yourself up on your elbow as you jabbed your pointer finger to his chest. "And I'm not sorry about it either."

He softly smiled at you as he brought your form to chest and kissed your lips.

"Me neither."

[ce-ba]

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