#rengoku kyojuro x you

[actuallysaiyan]

Thank You(Scarred!Rengoku Kyojuro x Fem!Slayer!Reader)

warnings: trauma, mentions of death, wounds, blood, smut, unprotected sex, angst, sadness, fluff, Mugen Train Spoilers, AU word count: 2.3k pairings: Scarred!Rengoku Kyojuro x Fem!Slayer!Reader summary: after Kyojuro survives the events of the Mugen Train incident, he finds himself hoping for someone better to come sweep you off your feet. what Kyojuro doesn't realize is that you are with him, for better or for worse. a/n: IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN! PLEASE I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!!

Dividers by the loverly @benkeibear

taglist: @beneathstarryskies @benkeibear @misty-angerose @adharadotcom

Since the incident that happened with the Mugen Train, Kyojuro wondered how many days he had left. He hated thinking that way, but he couldn’t help but think about how he was always inches away from death. He just barely managed to avoid death that time, and now he was trying to heal so he could get right back to being the flame Hashira.

But something had been more pressing than that. Even though he lost his left eye and sustained some deep internal wounds, his love for you never faltered. He found himself thinking of not only his mother, but also you, during his final moments. Or at least, what Kyojuro had believed to be his last moments. And when he had bestowed his advice on the young Kamado, Kyojuro felt his life fading fast.

The one thing he hadn’t been expecting was to see your beautiful face as he felt his life slipping away. You weren’t happy though, no you were desperate. You began treatment on him immediately, using a potion from Shinobu. She had been the one to tell you that your lover had gone on to fight the demon plaguing the Mugen Train. 

The next thing Kyojuro remembers is waking up in the Butterfly Mansion. His whole body ached, he couldn’t see out of his left eye and he was tired. But he didn’t think he was going to make it out alive from that battle. He remembered the way young Kamado was so fed up with the way the demon had gotten away. He remembered the determination on your face too.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Shinobu comments as she enters the room. Kyojuro feels so disoriented.

“Mmm…yes.”

Shinobu begins taking his vitals, checking his healing. When she feels satisfied with the way things are going, she begins to change his bandages. While she’s taking care of him, Kyojuro inquires about your wellbeing and how things happened after he passed out from the bloodloss.

“You were so lucky she was there,” Shinobu finally says.

Kyojuro swallows hard, “I know that. I owe her my life.”

Shinobu leaves, telling him that lunch will be served momentarily. He lies in the bed, feeling a little better now that his bandages have been changed and that Shinobu had given him something for the pain. He thinks about you, wondering where you are.

The door opens and there you are. You look inside the room, worried about what you might find. You’ve been missing your lover. You worried day and night about him, unsure if you’d ever get to look at his beautiful face once more. You wondered if you’d ever hear the sound of his voice.

You rush over to him, tears in your eyes. He doesn’t even know what to say. He lets you crumble in his arms, and he lets you press kisses to his wounded and scarred face.

“Oh my flame…” you whisper. “I thought—I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Precious little flame,” Kyojuro murmurs back. “I am happy to see you again.”

You cup his face, careful not to put too much pressure on any of his wounds. Then you press your lips to his, savoring the way he tastes. You swore to yourself that you’d never forget this taste. You’d never forget the way he smells like scorched earth and bonfires. The way he’s always warm, even on cold nights. Tears cascade down your cheeks.

“I love you, Kyojuro. I never wanted you to go on that mission.”

Kyojuro chuckles, “You know that I needed to go. I’m a Hashira. I’m meant to protect the innocent.”

You cry even harder, making his face screw up in pain. He hates hearing you cry. He hates seeing you in pain like this. Kyojuro sits up and he gathers you up in his arms. Even if his bones and muscles scream out in pain, he doesn’t care. What matters most to him is to be able to hold you so close.

“I’m scared to lose my lover,”

Your words pierce his heart. He knows what it means to have this heavy burden placed on his shoulders. His father had quit being the Hashira because of the death of his mother. Kyojuro had watched the man crumble so quickly, taking up alcohol as a way to cope. He wonders if maybe you’d end up like that if you were to lose him.

“You won’t lose me. I promise,”

The next few weeks consist of you helping Kyojuro return to the closest to normal as he can. He’s mostly been relieved of his duties as a Hashira for the time being. He’s healing up well, but something sits deep in his heart. He wonders if maybe you should find someone else.

Not only are you attending to his every need now, you’re just wasting your precious time with him. You could be happier with someone else. You could make someone very lucky. It hurts Kyojuro so deeply when he begins to imagine you with someone else.

Late at night when everyone has gone to sleep and you’re sleeping in his arms now that Shinobu has given the okay for this, Kyojuro admires your beauty. He admires your strength and your courage. Then he thinks about you marrying someone else. He’s no fool, he knew he should have perished in his last battle. He should have died.

Kyojuro cannot bring himself to even imagine making you his bride. The thought of turning you into such a young widow. It makes him ache so deep inside. He weeps silently, wishing things could be different for the both of you. He thinks about how he’s going to break things off with you. It’s what should happen. You could be so much happier.

The thing is, Kyojuro didn’t realize that you were so determined to keep him close to your heart. One day as the two of you are walking through the wisteria trees, you turn to face your lover.

“Kyo, you know that I absolutely adore you, correct?”

He smiles softly, “I do know this, my little flame.”

His jaw drops when he sees you kneeling in front of him. A beautiful silver band sits in your hands as you present to him this ring. It’s engraved with someone’s name on it, but he doesn’t recognize it.

“I know I shouldn’t be the one to do this.” You try to clarify. “It should be the man. But I love you, and I’m not about to lose you. Please…marry me.”

Kyojuro feels his stomach doing flips. He looks at the beautiful ring you have presented him. He looks at the sincerity in your eyes and it just breaks his heart. You deserve better than someone cracked and broken.

“My little flame,” he helps you to your feet. “I couldn’t…I shouldn’t…”

Your heart shatters at the response. It’s not at all what you were expecting. Tears began to well up in your eyes. You don’t know how to process the words that have just come from your lover.

“D-do you not…do you not love me?”

It was his turn for his heart to shatter. The thought of you even thinking he doesn’t love you was enough to make him tremble. Tears slide down his cheeks as he gathers you up in his arms. You try to squirm to get away, which makes him feel even more guilty.

“I do love you. I love you so much, I’d give you the moon and the stars if you asked it of me.” Kyojuro explains through sobbing and hiccuping. “I’d give you anything you want. I just think you deserve better than me. I’m broken and I’m not good enough for you.”

You shake your head in defiance. “Kyojuro, you are my heart and my soul. You are more than good enough for me.”

Then you cup his face in your hands. It’s been a while since his bandages have been taken off, but he still suffers from nerve damage and sensitivities. He shudders at your touch, loving the way your softness always comes through. He nuzzles his face in the palms of your hands, sighing.

“I am broken.” He finally manages to say. “You need someone who could make you happy.”

You scoff, “You are the one who makes me happy. You are the one I need.”

Kyojuro finally opens his eyes. The left one doesn’t work, only able to see grayscale in that one. He can see very vague shapes through it. But he knows what you look like from memory. Even if he lost his sight completely, he would still know the beauty and grace that has blessed you.

“I wouldn’t want you to regret it.”

You shake your head, “Marrying my lover would never be a regret.”

The day fast approaches. Kyojuro wonders if he’ll look presentable for you. He knows that his father has allowed you and him to wear the family’s traditional wedding clothes, but he still feels like a complete failure to his family and to you.

“Kyojuro,” Shinjuro enters the room. “Are you prepared?”

Kyojuro is touched to see his father looking so well-groomed for the first time in what seems like forever. He smiles, tears filling his eyes once more. Shinjuro is shocked, but he feels this tenderness coming from his eldest son. Shinjuro approaches his son, smoothing down the folds in his garment.

“You will be a good husband. You are patient, caring, sweet and understanding. You have inherited the best qualities from me and your mother, just like your brother has.”

Kyojuro wipes his eyes, pulling on the eyepatch to cover the damaged eye. Shinjuro smiles sweetly, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this affectionate with Kyojuro. It feels so good to know his son has survived and is taking a good woman as his bride.

“You will be blessed. This I know.”

Kyojuro exits his dressing room and he’s guided towards the shrine that your marriage will take place in. Shinjuro guides him to the altar, and then he takes his spot off to the side. 

All eyes are on you as you arrive. You walk down towards the altar, looking like an angel dressed in your all-white shiromuku. Kyojuro’s eyes widen when he sees you. You’re the most precious thing in his life, and here you are, walking towards him so you can get married.

The wedding officiant begins the ceremony which will join you and Kyojuro forever. You will be bound together. 

Everyone is in tears by the time you two share a kiss. They have never witnessed such a wonderful union in their lives. All your friends are so happy for the both of you.

By the time the wedding is over, you know that you have no regrets. You have made the best choice for yourself. You adore Kyojuro and nothing could ever change that for you.

Kyojuro had been worried that you wouldn’t want to be intimate with him. He had his doubts that you even saw him as attractive anymore. But every doubt and worry and insecurity was tossed out the window the minute you two were relaxing in the onsen in your honeymoon suite.

You straddled his lap gently, kissing him on the lips. Your hands caressed and massaged his muscles, making him feel aroused. His cock twitched to life with every single searing kiss you gave him.

Your tongues tangled together, swapping saliva. His breath feels hot on your skin whenever you pull away to breathe. Soft pleas fall from your reddened and swollen lips.

“I want you,” you purr. “I need to feel you.”

Kyojuro is shocked, but his heart skips a beat. He feels the way you touch him, and he knows you are being very truthful. With renewed strength, your husband picks you up and brings you over to the bed. He crawls on top of you, the lust and love written all over his face.

He kisses you passionately, cupping your face between his calloused hands. His nose rubs against yours, dragging down your cheek as he finds other places to kiss you. Your body feels so hot, so electrified. Every touch and every kiss is mesmerizing.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathes out as he kneads your breasts.

“As you are,” you compliment him. “You look just as beautiful as the day I met you.”

This makes his heart swell with love. Despite everything he was thinking before he married you, he can see that you adore him. You want the best for him, and you happen to be the absolute best for him.

You watch through half-lidded eyes as he suckles on your nipples, then he presses open-mouthed kisses down your body. Kyojuro lets out a growl when he spreads your thighs and he takes a greedy inhale of your scent. You are divine, intoxicating, sweet and musky. It’s all too much for him, he feels like he could lose himself completely to you.

He laps at you like a man who’s been in the desert for ages and you are his oasis. Your nectar dribbles on his lips and tongue, making him moan as he tastes you so fervently. Kyojuro expertly pulls two orgasms from you with just his mouth alone. Then he settles himself on his knees, ready to push into you.

The stretch is delicious and leaves you feeling full. He kisses away all your tears, praising you for taking him so well. Both of you are unable to last long now that you’re making love, and your orgasm makes him tumble over the edge quickly. 

Soft kisses and whispered words of praise are what end the first night as a newlywed couple, and when you awake the next day, you see the man you adore in the shining light of the sun peeking through the curtains.

“Thank you for not giving up on me,” he says, his heart heavy with love.

You kiss his lips. “I’d never give up on you. Because you’ve never given up on me.”

[itztim3todi3]

ʜᴜɢs ʜᴜɢs

Headcanons of how I think their hugs are/how they react to hugs(?) :)

Requests | Open (read rules on pinned first)

Fandoms | Demon Slayer, Seven Deadly Sins, Arcane-League of Legends, and Spy x Family

Platonic or Romantic? | Can be either (went for more romantic I think)

ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ (ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ)

His hugs are warm and refreshing, like a bear hug due to his flame breathing

Hes typically always warm, due to this breathing, plus it's just who he is

This is one of the times that he's, usually, quiet

He likes to remember these moments when you're in his arms because, as sad as it is, it could be the last time

He wants to wrap his arms around your frame, smaller or larger, and just hold you close, breathing in your scent and basking in your warmth

He likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around his frame, your lips kissing his cheek lightly before burying your head into his shoulder/chest

ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀʟᴇǫᴜɪɴ (sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ sɪɴs)

His hugs are shy yet protective, his small stature making it a bit hard for him to wrap his arms around your waist (unless you're his height/shorter)

He likes to have your head on his chest, whether you're smaller or taller than him, he likes the feeling of being able to protect you

But he does love cuddling into your stomach or chest, he likes feeling protected himself, to feel loved and wanted as you play with his hair

Affection is new to him, hes not that used to it but he loves it, hes just a little shy about it

ᴊɪɴx (ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ-ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs)

Her hugs are fun, tight, and usually playful! She loves to squeeze you and swing you around as she holds you close

Her laugh is echoing in the room as she hears your pleas to be let go, but she knows that you don't want her to let go

There are those moments when she just wants a soft, calming hug

Your hands gently running through her hair or down her back, words of reassurance falling from your lips as she buries her face into your neck

She likes to fall to her knees in front of you when she's feeling down and just burry herself into your stomach, sometimes lifting your shirt for skin-on-skin contact

She loves how warm it is, and how much it makes her feel safe and at home

ʏᴏʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇʀ (sᴘʏ x ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ)

Her hugs are a bit awkward yet soft, her hands automatically rubbing your back in comfort, her muscles a bit stiff but relaxing when she senses no danger

She loves hugs, she never really got affection from anyone besides her brother so she loves it 

She loves the way your hands fit perfectly on her hips, the way her head seems to fit into your neck like a puzzle piece

She loves how it's quiet enough that she can hear your heartbeat but it's not too quiet as she hears your voice mumbling things to her or the air conditioner running in the background

She loves how your warmth stays on her skin as your hands leave hers, her mind begging her to pull you back in and just keep you there for the rest of eternity

[takami-rising]

paulo oscula ☀︎

paulo oscula

➳ a little kiss

character: rengoku kyojuro x reader notes: super short but i thought it was cute genre: fluff, drabble warnings: none

Eyes flicker radiant and gold, clashing with liquid candles for the right to stand as your lone source of light in the night. He holds your wrist, touch so gentle you should barely feel it, dips the pad of his thumb into the soft crevice between bones, follows the curve of veins up into your palm. Your lips part with the remnants of a gasp as his lips press into the thin layer of skin, locks them there, eyes closed. Your vision blurs with the dark, a haze of shadows until you may find his sun dipped gaze again.

He feels every twitch of your fingers, smooths your hand against his cheek and the worry in his heart dissipates, slowly, surely. Oh, but how stubborn you are to fuel his dread so when he only ever wishes for your safety. He claws you into his embrace, loses himself in the forest of your eyes acres deep, sparkling with newfound infatuation. Your hand drops as his lips break contact, heavy with the aftermath of his molten heat infused in your blood.

He pecks your shoulder, holds you so impossibly close with wandering hands that latch your shape to his memory. Face buried in the crook of your shoulder to soak up your scent so that he may never forget should fate tear you from him. He worries it might.

Cheeks flushed, he leans back to admire where his lips grazed your skin. There is nothing to see, of course, yet he skims his thumb across the delicate skin like a part of him remains there, embedded in your flesh.

"So lovely you are," he whispers.

Your lips press to his.

[foxtailmillet]

rengoku kyojuro as a father

headcanons ❤️‍🔥

mans is always attentive to you and your child <3

in the morning when the baby wakes up, kyo is the first up and right by their side

shh, my love it’s okay, i got it, go back to sleep

you can’t help but smile and think that he’s perfect, perfect for you

even in your sleep you can hear kyo humming to the baby

with such a loud and powerful voice, you wouldn’t expect him to also be so soft and gentle

when you get up, you find the kitchen all over the place

kyo had made an attempt to make breakfast

an attempt it definitely was, with flour all over the counters

you can’t help but laugh at the sight in front of you

kyo swaddling the baby, covered in flour, laughing with the baby

you just can’t help but melt

melt from the love you feel

and just maybe, you hope, it can stay like this

anyways you join in on the laughter

“my love be patient! breakfast is almost ready”

he’s just as adoring as the day you met

while kyo serves breakfast, you feed the baby

kyo too can’t help but bask in the sight

his little family, he can’t help but feel so proud of himself and he swears he will protect you all

ever since the baby was born, he swore he would be a better man for you both (not that he isn’t already perfect)

whenever nap time comes around, he’s already got the bedroom all set up

there’s a music box playing a lullaby and the curtains have been shut

ideal atmosphere for napping

always makes sure you and the baby are comfortable before coming into bed himself

days like these are rare, where kyo stays home and tends you two

but in spite of that, you relish these moments

as the baby falls asleep between you two you see kyo also drifting to sleep

a quick “i love you both so much…” is heard before he completely loses consciousness

he’s so hardworking he deserves to rest too

as you stare at the two identical people in front of you (oh yeah you couldn’t break the rengoku strong genes, the baby looks just like him), your eyes also start to grow heavy

and you hope time could just stay like this

with the people who you love the most in the world💕

babys gender is up to whatever you think, personally i can see him being such a daddy’s girl and just the thought of having a strong big sister taking care of her little siblings is just so 🥹 to him

[asirensrage]

A Bet's a Bet - Kyojuro x Reader x Tengen oneshot

Title: A Bet's a Bet Rating: Explicit Fandom: Demon Slayer Pairing: Uzui Tengen x Female!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro (side Kyojuro x Tengen) Warnings: Smut. Threesome. A bit ooc. Oral. Swearing. Sex. (Seriously. Heed the rating.) Unbeta’d.

Summary: Modern!AU. A night at Laser Tag goes from potential disaster to something incredible.

Notes: This is based on this post with @comatosebunny09. This turned out longer than I planned because the characters kept running away from me and doing their own thing. I was just along for the ride. This is also a little more detailed than usual (but it had to be because of the logistics of this). These men will be the death of me lol. Unbeta'd so please forgive any errors. As usual, undescribed/unnamed female reader. Enjoy and please lmk what you think!

Laser tag. Fucking laser tag. 

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” Your friend pleads with you. 

“I don’t want to go play against a bunch of kids,” you say. It’s a lie. The truth is you have no desire to go on what you know is a set-up double date with her boyfriend and one of his friends. The same one you’ve already told her you’re not interested in. 

“Please! I promise I’ll never ask for anything ever again. Just come! Have some fun! I promise that there’s not even any kids there, it’s just adults. They’re running longer games now.” 

You stare at her dubiously but then she uses that same pleading look that you know has gotten her out of multiple speeding tickets. “Fine. This is the last time, got it?”

“I promise!” 

Somehow, you doubt that. 

You were right in the fact that it ended up being some fake double date that you didn’t agree to. Her boyfriend brought a friend, the same one you knew he would, and they gave you both some space to talk. Even when you didn’t want to. Thankfully, she was alright right in the fact that you weren’t surrounded by some kids. There were other adults playing. You caught a glimpse of the group that went in ahead of yours, catching sight of broad shoulders and bright hair.

Thankfully the place seems huge and it’s dark. As soon as you get in, you ditch your group. You’re not about to spend the next twenty minutes having the guy trail you while trying to convince you he’s good at this. 

You forgot how much fun laser tag is. You spend some time running and ducking for cover. You haven’t seen your friend but it’s only a matter of time. As soon as you find her, you’re taking them all out. As much as you can, at least. 

You step backwards as someone comes running and jump as you bump into someone. 

“Sorry about that!” they say. You turn and aim. 

You can barely make out his blond hair under the dark lights but he has an easy smile and isn’t aiming his gun at you. “No problem,” you say. 

“Might be fortunate,” he grins. His eyes glance down at the blue light that marks your vest. His was marked with red. “We’re unfortunately not on the same team but I won’t shoot.”

You frown slightly, confused. “Why not?” 

“Maybe I want to stay on your good side.”

You smile slightly at the flirtation. It wasn’t completely easy to tell with the way the lights changed and the noise of people yelling at each other. 

“I caught some of your movements. Are you looking for someone in particular?”

“Yeah, my friend.” You describe her quickly. “I’m going to make sure she loses. Badly.” His eyebrows raise at your tone and both of you duck as soon as you hear someone come close. “She roped me into coming and surprised me with a double date, with someone I already told her I wasn’t interested in.” 

“That’s not kind of her,” he says. 

“Nope. So she’s going down.” 

“Would you like help?” 

“You any good?”

“Allow me to show you.” 

Kyojuro, as he introduces himself, is fantastic. He moves with apparent ease through the arena, yanking you out of the way a couple of times and pulling you tight against his chest. He apologizes the first time but when you tell him it’s fine, he does not stop. The strength in the movements has you more flustered than you expected.  

You find the friend of the boyfriend and both of you shoot him before running for it. You’re still searching for your friend when someone suddenly appears before you. You shoot instantly.

“Good shot!”  

Kyojuro steps in front of you and you glance back to make sure you’re not being cornered. 

“Kyo!” The man in front of him says. “Found something interesting, have you?”

 “I might have!” Kyojuro steps to the side. “Allow me to introduce you,” he says, motioning towards you. “This is one of my friends, Tengen.” Tengen is huge. You can make out enough to tell that he’s tall and extremely built, but he doesn’t set off your instincts telling you you’re in danger. He grins at you, seemingly not upset at the fact that you shot him. 

“Think you can do it again?” 

“Maybe,” you say not giving any promises because he's not your main target but you couldn't resist.

“Of course, she can!” Kyojuro says. You smile at the confidence he has in you. 

“Then why don't we make a bet?” Tengen leans closer. “Winner take all. If I win with the top ranking, you come out for dinner with us.” He motions towards Kyojuro and himself. That would at least get you out of going to dinner with your friend. 

“And if I win?" you ask.

“You shoot me again, you can have anything you want.” 

“Alright,” you agree. You don’t know what you’d ask for but you could decide later. 

Tengen winks at both of you before he somehow disappears back into the shadows. You look around quickly, but you can’t see him anywhere. 

“How the hell did he do that?” 

“Don’t ask,” Kyojuro says. “Better not to know. Come on, let’s find your friend.” 

You both manage to find your friend and her boyfriend and stalk them, shooting them repeatedly and laughing when they’re unable to catch you. That’s thanks due to Kyojuro, but you have the feeling that Tengen is somehow helping you both. You never see him though and when the lights finally turn on, all of you are ushered out to the leaderboard. Standing at rank 1 with a new high score is Tengen. Of course, it is. 

You finally get a good look at Kyojuro. He’s tall and well-built, getting out of his vest with the ease of having done this before. He turns to help you. You try not to stare but his eyes are as vibrant as his hair and when he grins at you knowingly, your stomach flutters. You glance around to figure out which one Tengen is when you’re distracted as someone calls your name.

“There you are!” 

You turn to see your friend coming up to you, her boyfriend and your unwanted date following. 

“I thought we were supposed to do this together, but you ran off.” Your friend says, her gaze flickering to the man beside you. Kyojuro turned with you to face them but he’s quiet now, letting you choose how to respond. 

“Is the whole point of laser tag to not be seen?” You ask. “Besides, I made allies.”

“I can see that,” she says. “Are you ready to go?”

An arm settles itself over your shoulders before you can answer and you find yourself pulled slightly into a large body. You glance up, catching sight of white hair and ruby-coloured eyes that wink down at you. 

“I’m afraid we’re going to be stealing her,” the man holding you says. Tengen, you realize as you recognize the voice. 

“What?” Your friend looks alarmed, gaze going between the three of you as Kyojuro moves slightly closer. 

“My friend and yours made a bet,” Kyojuro says. “If Tengen made top rank, she would join us for dinner tonight.”

“Not only did I rank number one, but I broke a new record. Quite flashy, don’t you agree?” 

It takes a second for you to realize he’s talking to you. “Oh yeah, absolutely.” 

Your friend looks unimpressed at you but considering you didn’t want to be here in the first place and she surprised you into this faux double date, you’re not that bothered by it. 

“Sorry,” you say. “A bet’s a bet, right? Besides, we can have dinner another time.” You raise your eyebrows at her, daring her to protest. 

“We came here together,” she says slowly. “How will you get home?”

“We’ll drive her,” Tengen says. 

“We’ll make sure she gets home safely.” It sounds like a promise coming from Kyojuro. 

“I’ll be fine,” you tell her. “Don’t worry. I’ll text you, okay?”

She looks at you warily but nods. “Okay. Make sure you do.” She looks at the men on either side of you. “You better not hurt her or I swear to God…” 

“We won’t,” Kyojuro says. “Would you like to take a picture of us? Just in case.”

She looks as surprised at the offer as you are but she agrees. Kyojuro wraps an arm around your waist and smiles. You feel Tengen pose next to you but she takes what’s likely more than one picture. “Okay. If you murder her, I’ll find you.”

Tengen laughs. “Don’t worry, if she screams, it won’t be from murder.” 

You can see your friend’s boyfriend’s jaw drop at the blatant insinuation and your friend’s eyes widen before she grins at you. She moves forward and hugs you tightly before whispering, “Tell me everything tomorrow, okay?”

You laugh and wave her off, promising to contact her. You watch as they leave and Kyojuro slips away to say goodbye to their friends. Tengen doesn’t drop his arm since you haven’t shaken him off. Its weight is oddly comforting.

“You really didn’t want to go with them, did you?” Tengen asks. 

You look up at him. “No. I basically got tricked into a double date with her boyfriend's friend. It’s not the first time either and I already told her I wasn’t interested. Spending dinner with you two is a much more preferable choice, even if we did just meet.” 

He bends down slightly to get closer to you. “Well then, we’ll just have to make it worth your while, won’t we?” 

They take you to a restaurant that is within walking distance. The men walk on either side of you, drawing you into conversation and telling you about how they became friends. You can’t help but laugh as Tengen expresses the admiration he felt when he met Kyojuro, simply for how the man dealt with one of their abrasive friends Sanemi. You think you can see Kyojuro redden as Tengen teases but the conversation pauses as you reach the restaurant. It’s cute and busy. You don’t know how they manage it, but the men get you a booth. Once you agree, you find yourself encased between them again when you sit down. 

Despite the size of them and the way they seem to tower over you even sitting, you don’t feel diminished between them. They keep you engaged in conversation, asking questions about your life while sharing more about theirs. Kyojuro promises that his hair is completely natural and tells you it’s because his ancestors loved tempura. It makes you laugh. 

“You have a gorgeous laugh, angel,” Tengen says, leaning slightly so his lips are closer to your ear. 

“You think so?” You ask, turning slightly to grin at him. You’re still not entirely sure where their attraction was coming from, but you weren’t opposed to it. Especially since neither of them seemed bothered by the other. You wonder to yourself if they’ve done this before. 

“Definitely.” You see his eye glance down at your lips but before either of you can do more than look, the waitress comes back with your orders. 

“Here, try this.” 

You turn to Kyojuro who’s holding up a bite of his meal. He nods, moving it slightly closer but ultimately waiting for your response. You lean forward, meeting his eyes as you take a bite. He watches you carefully and you’re distracted from the weight of his stare by the taste of his meal. “Wow.”

“It’s delicious, right?” 

“It is!” You grin at him, gaze flicking down to his mouth before you meet his eyes again. Your breath hitches in your throat. He leans forward slowly, putting the utensil down. 

“May I kiss you?” he asks softly. 

You feel Tengen shift behind you. His chin rests slightly on your shoulder. “You should, angel,” Tengen says. “He’s a fantastic kisser.” Your mind goes blank slightly at the thought of how Tengen knows that but you nod. 

Kyojuro reaches over and touches your jaw slightly. Your eyes close as he gets close and his lips brush against yours gently. His kiss is soft at first, just testing the waters. Tengen pushes you slightly, pressing you closer to Kyojuro who opens his mouth and deepens the kiss. It’s easy to lose yourself in it, especially with the heat of Tengen at your back whose hand slides up your arm. 

When you break the kiss, you meet Kyojuro’s eyes. His pupils are blown wide and he grins at you. He darts forward, kissing you quickly again before he pulls back. “Like I said, delicious.” 

Tengen laughs behind you and you turn to face him better, wanting to make sure he wasn’t feeling left out. 

“Was I right?” he asks, nudging you slightly. 

“I might need some more convincing,” you tease, unwilling to give in that easily. 

Tengen just grins. “How about a comparison?” He bends down, capturing your lips with his. His palm is warm against the small of your back and you can feel Kyojuro’s thigh pressing against yours as Tengen takes control of the kiss. He kisses like he’s trying to get a rise out of you, as though he’s attempting to find out the exact way to make you moan against him. You break the kiss first, unwilling to forget where you are and end up embarrassing yourself. He looks at you like he knows. Tengen looks over your head at Kyojuro. “You were right, it’s delicious.”

Kyojuro laughs. 

Dinner ends with Tengen’s hand on your thigh, fingers curling on the inside, tapping out a beat in his mind that leaves you squirming slightly, wishing he went higher. You suspect that if you were in a skirt or dress, his hands would tease higher against your skin. Kyojuro keeps taking the chance to kiss you and winds his fingers between yours, holding your hand. They continue to check in, making sure that you’re comfortable with every action they take. You’re aware of some of the looks the three of you are getting, but both Tengen and Kyojuro don’t seem bothered by them and continue to distract you by asking questions and telling stories. 

“Come home with us?” Tengen asks after their refusal to let you chip in for dinner. The three of you are standing outside the restaurant. 

“You don’t have to,” Kyojuro says. “We can simply take you home, but we’ve enjoyed this and would like to continue. Only if you’re interested.” 

Tengen throws an arm over Kyojuro’s shoulders. “What do you say? Want to continue? See how flashy the night can get?” 

You look at the way they are completely at ease with each other, how there’s absolutely no pressure to say yes. Every single moment since you’ve met them, they’ve been careful to be mindful of what you want and ask if it was okay. You get the sense that if you said no, they’d stay true to their word and take you home with no hard feelings, numbers still exchanged. These men had made a shit situation a hell of a lot better and now were promising to make your night something to remember. 

You smile at them both. “Absolutely.” 

Kyojuro’s apartment is closest. 

You take Tengen’s car and Kyojuro sits in the back. Another step to make sure you feel comfortable, that you’re not just being carted off to one of their places. You text your friend on the way, telling her you’re going home with them. The encouragement your friend sends back makes you grin. You promise to check in with her later before locking your phone. 

“Everything alright?” Kyojuro asks, leaning forward between the seats. 

“Yeah,” you say, glancing between them both. “Have you two done this a lot?” You can’t help but ask. Especially with how comfortable they are with each other, with you kissing both of them. 

Tengen shrugs. “Kyo and I aren’t necessarily exclusive,” he says. “We both want more. There’s no shame in having more love to offer as long as everyone’s okay with it.”

“You are okay with it, aren’t you?” Kyojuro asks, sounding slightly hesitant. 

“I am,” you assure. “I just…I’ve never slept with two people at once. You might have to show me the ropes.”

“And here I thought we’d save the ropes for the next date,” Tengen says dryly.

You laugh. “The next date?”

“Sure,” he says. “We’ll just have to show you we’re worth it.”

“We like you,” Kyojuro grins at you. “Why wouldn’t we want to continue?”

“Maybe I’m terrible in bed?” you offer teasingly. 

Tengen glances at you. “We’re not.” 

They prove it too. 

Kyojuro’s apartment isn’t too large but it is instantly comforting with warm colours and tasteful decoration, even if it is a little sparse. Both men move through it with ease and Kyojuro offers you both a drink to help you get settled. The drink he hands you is unopened, and you sip at it before settling on the couch next to Tengen. 

Kyojuro settles in next to you and for a moment you bask in this strange sense of comfort and warmth between these two men. The two of them are talking, letting you take your time. You get the feeling that they’re just waiting until you let them know you’re ready for more. It’s so wholesome, especially considering they basically promised to fuck you senseless. You want to see if they live up to it. 

You lean forward, setting your drink down before you glance between them. Considering you’ve kissed Kyojuro the most so far, you turn towards Tengen.

He raises his eyebrows at you, smirking slightly as he waits. 

“Can I sit on you?” you ask, offering the same politeness that they’ve given you. Consent needs to be verbally enthusiastic after all. 

Tengen grins and nods, putting his drink down before he beckons you closer. His hands grip at your waist, helping lift you with ease. Your legs go to either side of his, allowing you to straddle him. You glance at Kyojuro who simply moves closer and watches. Tengen’s hand slips under your shirt, thumb stroking soft circles on the skin of the small of your back. “We’re not going to push you into anything, angel,” he says softly. “At least anything you don’t want.” 

“And if I want everything?” you ask, fiddling gently with his shirt. 

The hand not on your back tilts your face to look up at him. “Then ask.”

“I want you both,” you breathe, meeting his dark red eyes. “If you want me.”

“Of course we do,” Kyojuro says. “Since you bumped into me.”

“Since you shot me,” Tengen agrees. His hand slides to the back of your neck and he leans down to kiss you. If he kissed you with careful control in the restaurant, this was something else. It’s harder, more demanding and yet he seems to remember everything that made you hum against his lips. “Don’t hold back,” he whispers when he finally breaks the kiss, letting you breathe. 

“If it’s too much, let us know,” Kyojuro says before he leans forward and takes Tengen’s place. Kyojuro kisses hard, full of passion and desperation. He kisses you like he never wants to stop. You can’t help but whine when he pulls back. You rock forwards, feeling Tengen growing harder under you. 

“Now that’s a sight,” he says, eyes flickering between you two. “Beautiful.” 

Your breath hitches as he turns to Kyojuro and you suddenly witness them kiss. Whatever sight Tengen thought he saw with you and Kyojuro, it couldn’t come close to the sight of them. They kissed like they’ve done it a hundred times before and still couldn’t get enough of each other. You grind your hips lightly, searching for more friction and reach for Kyojuro’s hand. He grips your hand back, just as tight. 

Tengen’s hand presses harder against your back, helping to guide you in increasing your motions and he groans against Kyojuro’s mouth. 

“Fuck,” you mutter. 

Kyojuro laughs, pulling away to look at you. “Enjoying it?”

“You’re both just so pretty,” you admit. 

Tengen laughs. “Come now, you’re wearing too much.” His gaze darts to Kyojuro. “Both of you are.” 

It’s easy to give in. You grab the end of your shirt and drag it up over your head. You throw it to the side, completely unaware as both the men look at you. Their gazes are heated, Kyojuro’s tongue darting out to lick his lips. You think he does it unconsciously but your stomach flutters with pride and confidence at their expressions and you quickly take off your bra too. 

Tengen’s hand is large and warm, the calluses on his fingers and palm scrape against your skin as he drags his hand up your side. You shiver at the feeling, only to be distracted as Kyojuro kisses you again. 

It’s almost overwhelming. The strength of Tengen’s thighs under you, the feeling of his hands dancing a pattern you can’t focus on over your skin while Kyojuro sucks marks on your shoulder. Tengen kisses you again and you feel Kyojuro’s hand go from your thigh to his. 

“We need more space,” Tengen mutters. “Hold on, princess.” He lifts you, ignoring the sound you make at the loss of him until he places you in Kyojuro’s lap. Kyojuro, for his part, grins widely at you, pulling you closer before kissing you again. You dig your hands into his hair, kissing him back just as hard. 

“Bedroom,” Tengen says, offering a hand. Kyojuro hikes you closer before he stands, one arm under your ass. You wrap your legs around him but he doesn’t seem to struggle in the slightest in carrying you. Tengen leads you both down a hall. Or somewhere. You’re not entirely paying attention, too busy sucking your own mark into Kyojuro’s neck. His grip tightens against you. 

Kyojuro releases you, letting you gently fall against the bed. Tengen moves in, drawing you towards him as he kneels on the bed. You move to follow, pausing only to undo your pants once you notice he’s naked. You motion for him to wait as you lie back to shimmy out of them. He hooks a finger on the edge, helping you. Kyojuro grabs the ends, pulling them towards him. He’s already naked as well, taking the chance when you were distracted by Tengen. 

Your mouth goes dry as you take in their muscles. You knew they were strong but it’s different seeing them like this. “Wow.”

“I think we’re the ones who should be saying that,” Kyojuro says. “Don’t you agree, Tengen?”

“I’m lucky either way,” the other man admits. You turn back to him. He’s sitting back on his heels, watching you both. “Come here,” he beckons you closer like he did before. You move towards him, aware of the bed dipping behind you. Tengen pulls you into him, kissing you softly as his hands slide across your skin. They go up your thighs, following the dip of your hips and waist before cupping your breasts gently. “So pretty,” he murmurs. 

Kyojuro moves behind you, kissing the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You lean back against him, smiling at the warmth of the men that seeps into you. You move one of your hands over your shoulder, digging back into Kyojuro’s hair. He groans as you grip it, hands tightening at your waist. You drape your other one over Tengen’s shoulder, stroking the skin softly as his mouth lowers to encase one of your nipples. 

You lose yourself in the sensations the men cause. One of Kyojuro’s hands slips between your legs, pressing in and stroking gently. 

“So wet already,” he tells Tengen. He presses in further and you shift to give him more room. He finds your clit with surprising ease and you feel yourself arch into it. It helps push you closer to Tengen who is lavishing your chest with attention, gently biting and sucking hard to leave his mark. 

You groan when Kyojuro removes his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. How are you supposed to survive this? Especially when he swipes them back between your legs before offering them to Tengen who takes them without hesitation. Kyojuro leans forward over you, kissing Tengen. The thought that they can both taste you on their lips is hotter than you ever realized it would be. Your hands move, mapping out the crevices and dips of their muscles, absent-mindedly wondering how you got this lucky. You don’t question it though, instead, once they stop kissing, you motion for them to give you some space. 

They both instantly apologize if they squished you.

“What a way to go,” you muse, smiling as they laugh. Tengen reaches over to pinch you and you jolt back, sticking out your tongue. 

“I want to taste you,” you say. You move closer, bending down slightly. You reach for Kyojuro, fingers wrapping around his cock and watching as his eyes flutter closed at the feeling. You lick at Tengen’s, using your other hand to hold him. It takes a bit to find a rhythm and neither man seems to mind as you go back and forth, taking your time to try to take in as much of each of them as you can. 

Tengen’s hand rests on the back of your neck, oddly comforting as you suck him. Kyojuro’s hand joins yours, stroking what bits you can’t reach. Tengen groans, praising you both for making him feel so good. “You take us so well, angel,” he tells you. 

Kyojuro is louder in his moans when you use your mouth, holding himself steady on Tengen as you lick and suck. These two powerful men crumble under your mouth. You’ve never felt so powerful, or so desirable with the way they look at you. 

“Please, sweet thing,” Kyojuro begs, “let me take care of you too.” 

He begs so prettily, and you think Tengen agrees with how he watches you both. You nod and Kyojuro motions for you to turn your attention back to the other man. You feel him move behind you as you go back to trying to take as much of Tengen’s cock in your mouth as you can. Kyojuro’s hands settle on your hips before he presses a warm palm to the small of your back, guiding you to rest on your hands as well as your knees. You lean back towards him automatically. 

You hum against Tengen as you feel Kyojuro’s fingers first. They press in, slowly stretching you as he adds one then two. 

“Fuck,” you hear Tengen. 

“She’s so tight,” Kyojuro says. “I don’t want to hurt her.” 

“You won’t,” Tengen replies. 

Kyojuro presses another finger in and you falter in your efforts, mouth releasing Tengen so you can gasp at the intrusion. It feels so good and yet not enough. 

“Please, please, please,” you beg. “More.”

“Well,” Tengen says. “You heard her.” 

You don’t look up at the sounds of someone’s fingers being sucked clean, already knowing what you’d find and take the chance to catch your breath. It doesn’t last long, not when you can feel Kyojuro finally press against you. It takes a second for him to angle himself properly before he’s pushing in and all you can do is moan at the feeling. 

Fingers tilt your head up and you look to see Tengen smiling down at you. “Alright?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” you agree. 

He bends down to kiss you and you can taste yourself on his lips. Kyojuro takes the chance to withdraw just enough before thrusting back. 

“Come on, princess,” Tengen says softly. “Think you can finish me off?” 

You don’t bother replying, instead taking his cock back in your mouth. You’ve never been this full. Not like this. The men easily find a rhythm, and you let yourself move with it. The room fills with the sounds and smells of sex, soft moans and groans as you all get closer. Tengen hits his release first, withdrawing and cumming across your back. That’s going to be hell to clean but the thought is lost when you feel Kyojuro’s pace quicken. Your arms collapse under you and you try to hold yourself up on your elbows. You think someone swipes at the display he left, someone else moaning with their mouth full. Then Tengen shifts, lying next to you and propping himself up on an elbow. He seems enraptured by the sight of you and Kyojuro. 

You are so close to the edge, to your release when Kyojuro stops. You nearly whine in frustration but it doesn’t last long. You’re flipped onto your back, resting next to Tengen still while Kyojuro slips back between your legs. 

Tengen kisses you as Kyojuro lifts your legs, resting them on his forearms before he thrusts forward again. Tengen’s hand slides down your chest, pausing to squeeze one of your breasts again before his fingers find their way between you and Kyojuro. He presses against your clit, moving in tandem with the man fucking you and you break. 

Tengen breaks the kiss, letting you cry out with your release as his mouth moves lower, They don’t stop though. Your orgasm extends with their movements and before you can even fully catch your breath, you tumble head-first into another. 

Someone swears. 

Kyojuro pulls out just in time to cum across your stomach and all three of you seem to pause, regaining your senses. Kyojuro collapses on the best next to you and for a moment, all you can do is laugh. 

Both men have enough energy to look at each other over you and you wave them off before they can question it.

“Sorry,” you say. “That was just…the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.” 

“Told you it’d be flashy,” Tengen says, sounding as confident as ever. Not that it was a surprise. The man deserved it and could clearly back it up. You were going to be sore tomorrow. 

“You were right,” you agree. 

“Let’s clean you up,” he says. “I’ll run a bath.” 

“A bath?” All you wanted to do was clean up and sleep. 

“It’s big enough,” Kyojuro says. He sounds about as awake as you feel. “It’ll help so you won’t be sore later when we go again.”

“Again?” You glance between these men, wondering where they get the stamina. Tengen just laughs. 

“Of course. You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

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Freak [ Pt. 1 ]

Genres: Smut, Modern AU

Warnings: Female Reader, Female Anatomy, Reader Has Box Braids, Explicit Language, Dry Humping, Biting, Light Spanking, Naughty Things Done Outdoors, Blue Balls, OOC Kyojuro, MDNI!

Musical Inspiration: This entire playlist.

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It would be on the hood of his convertible, the aluminum still warm beneath the fat of your ass. 

The residual heat pales in comparison to that of the massive hands kneading, pinching, and lifting your bum off his Challenger in his haste to feel every inch of you.

Nonetheless, the warmth is a pleasant contrast to the chill of the night air tossing your hair and ruffling the polyester of your dress. The arctic wind shaking your little neighborhood on its axis does nothing to deter the Adonis nestled between your legs. He’s on a mission to brand you in every way, shape, and form, your neighbors be damned.

“K-Kyo,” you keen, light and breathless, his teeth embedding themselves into the column of your throat. 

On instinct, you crane your head back, the coarseness of your braids tickling your exposed shoulder blades. There’s a smile curving your painted lips. Carbon-black lashes fluttering, his name surfing on your tongue in a quiet hymnal. 

Your fingers sift through the delicate hairs of his nape, urging him closer. Though your jean jacket, hooked around your elbows—he’d yanked it southward in his eagerness to taste you—sadly inhibits your movements.

“A little busy here, darling,” he huffs, blazing a trail down the curve of your shoulder with his mouth. 

His kisses are wet, chaste, and open-mouthed whilst his hands embark on a journey to the swell of your hips. He sinks his canines into your collarbone, the prickle of them tearing a quivering sigh from your lips. Your hands thunk against the bonnet of his car behind you to keep you upright whilst he moves to pay homage to the other side of your neck.

The blond rubs languid circles into the bones of your hips, calloused palms continuing their excursion to your full, bared thighs as if unearthing treasure. Kyojuro hooks his hands into the bends of your knees, suddenly tugging you forward until your nether regions collide, ripping a gasp from your lungs. He cups your thighs in his hands. Isn’t at all subtle as he grinds against you, his weighted girth stroking your clothed cunt to life.

He mouths your jugular. Suckles on the meat of your shoulder, breathing the most sinister words into your flesh. How desperately he wants to fuck you. How devastatingly sexy you are, saying his name like that. 

The car rocks as he pistons his hips against you, sweat beading on his temple whilst he buries his face into the junction of your shoulder, panting wetly. 

“F-fu-huck, Kyo,” you moan, your arms coming up to encircle his neck, nails rooting into the blades of his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. 

He holds your thighs spread eagle, fingers cratering the undersides—you’re sure blue-violet petals will bloom in their wake come morning. His breaths are choppy whilst he continues his onslaught of thrusts, his pelvis seemingly moving of its own volition.

You’ve missed him dearly. His profession often drags him to remote parts of the world, far from the safety of your arms, into the dangerous world of demon slaying. You’ve had nothing but the company of cold sheets and an empty, king-sized bed this past month. So, of course, you aren’t initially opposed to the attention. 

Outside. Unfettered. Raw.

That is until the wind picks up its tempo, and the telltale slamming of a screen door nearby brings you hurtling back to the present.

“Kyo, baby,” you plead, clawing at the lapels of his shirt. 

It’s hard to keep afloat, your cunt twitching, nipples tightening beneath the soft lace of your bra. If your lover forges on, you might just cum from the friction and heat alone.

Kyojuro hums in response, his voice like sandpaper, the undulations of his hips never faltering. 

“As much as I would love to continue,” a heave of breath, “would you mind if we took this party—hah—inside?”

You tug on his shirt to bring him to a standstill when your words don’t seem to faze him. He fitfully pulls away, hair tussled and irises gleaming like dual flames in the sepia glow of your porch light. You have to bite your lip at the sight, your boyfriend resembling a beast disturbed in the midst of its meal. When your eyes lock, your gaze flits over his shoulder, catching your nosy, elderly neighbor scuttling onto her porch, a grimace taking residence on her face.

Kyojuro searches your eyes. Needs no more indication, releasing you with a weighted sigh. Your legs slack against the bumper, the strain of your muscles ebbing into a dull throb. Your jacket pools around your wrists, and the flap of your dress falls back between your legs. Your baby hairs stick to your forehead, exhaustion taking possession of your features. With a brawny arm wound around the small of your back, he shepherds you the rest of the way down, your slick skin squeaking against the polymer.

Your chuckle stains the atmosphere whilst he pulls you into his arms. Peppers your mouth with kisses, promising the best of things into the swell of your lips. He swats your ass playfully when you maneuver past, ushering you beneath the awning of your carport into the sanctity of your home.

—

It creeps beneath the surface of your skin like a snake sidewinding through the sand, anticipation pooling in the chasm of your belly, sending little thrills careening into your center. 

You’ve barely made it through the foyer, your home warm and dark save for the subtle glow of the entryway and stove lights illuminating your path. You feel them when you bend over to undo the straps of your sandals. Polychrome eyes boring into the arc of your ass with an intensity that makes your legs tremble. 

You spin around to face him, your jacket falling into a serpentine pile at your feet, throat dry with sand at the visage that greets you. He’s a few paces off. A hulking mass of muscle, sex, and mahogany prowling towards you like a panther, loafers haphazardly kicked off by the door. 

There’s a thick finger hooked into the collar of his button-down, skillfully undoing each knob without relinquishing eye contact. He cants his head to the side, gaze half-slit, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You could swear that you hear a growl rumbling like thunder through the base of his throat.

He sizes you up as if he intends to devour you, his shirt splayed open, bronze skin peeking out, stretched taut over pectorals and abs. Your stare wanders to the coarse, flaxen trail leading to the rim of his pants. Your eyes conclude their journey at the bulk of him throbbing between his legs. 

It takes every ounce of you not to moan. Not to chew your lip. Not to throw yourself into Kyojuro’s arms, winding your legs around his hips, begging him to fuck you senseless. 

You were raring to go earlier, murmuring obscenities into his neck over dinner, his palm wide and possessive, stroking along the meat of your thigh. But now, there is this fluttering sensation taking hold of your gut. Nervousness, excitement, eagerness, glee. You can’t quite place the feeling. Although, it has been some time since you’ve last felt him.

You stave off the moment, feigning nonchalance with a shrug of your shoulders despite the insistent pounding between your thighs.

“Thirsty?” you offer, taking a cautious step back. 

He matches you with a long stride forward. A predator homing in on its prey. And you are the lamb laid to slaughter. “No.” 

That previous feeling grows tenfold, your blood pumping ferociously in your throat and ears. Your voice grows shrill. Thin and light against the distant hum of the air conditioner. 

“H-hungry?” Another step back until your back thumps against the glacial, textured wall by your kitchen. You’re clawing at it for leverage, your head spinning, spinning. 

Two more steps forward, sinewy arms reaching out to cage you in. Kyojuro spills over you like liquid fire, blotting out everything but him.

“Not at all.”

Your breaths intermingle whilst he leans in, painting a hazy triangle between your eyes and mouth. Hair grazes your shoulder when he ducks beside your jaw, his lips red-hot as he huffs into your ear.

“Is there anything my darling needs before we retire to the bedroom?”

You shake your head numbly in reply, rooted to this spot, your voice and legs refusing to work. 

“Good,” Kyojuro drawls, bending his elbows to bring himself closer, surprise purling through you like waves upon the shore.

He blisters the juncture of your shoulder with lazy kisses. And you nearly sink to the floor, the pheromones charging the air loosening your joints and making your pussy hiccup. He hooks his hands beneath the folds of your knees, effortlessly twining your thighs around his hips. You scramble for purchase of his shoulders, eyes swimming whilst the hard press of his dick finds the apex of your hips. 

“Because when I’m inside you…unnff.” His tone is strained. Abrasive. Crackling like a fire burning through the underbrush. His forehead dips into your shoulder, his thick groan vibrating your skin. Open-mouthed against your flesh, “When I’m inside this pretty little pussy of yours, I am never coming out.”    

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Are you ever going to finish the CEO rengoku x reader story?

Hey there! I felt really happy that you asked for this <3 and the answer is absolutely yes! I hope you like it

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader (part 4)

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CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 1

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 2

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 3

One Step Ahead

Kyojuro Rengoku has never been so abashed in his life before, his mind keept playing tricks on him as he mentally tried to recreate the scene that had just happened.

“Good bye, Rengoku-san”

Why? 

Why was it so hard to get close to you? His hair was a complete mess by now as his hands desperately tried to look for an outlet to his growing exasperation. 

All of this and for nothing.

This was also the first time he could not get whatever he wanted. This feeling of failure was a completely strange to him. 

And all due to someone that up until a couple of weeks ago, was an absolute nobody.

This was certainly a growing obsession and for strangely as it could sound, he loved every single minute of it. The growing deception of you slipping through his fingers will only make his victory more delightful. Although, by that point, he wasn’t sure there could be any chance of triumph at all. 

Was there a way for him to slip into your heart?

He sighed deeply and soundly, right in the middle of his solitary CEO office. His jacket messily resting over his expensive brown oak imported desk, his tie loosen all the way up to his chest and his heart beating painfully. He was surprised by the fact of all the things he had to go through for realizing that he had fallen in love with you.

“I just hope that I didn't humiliate myself more than what I already have…”- He said, thinking out loud, not aware that there was someone listening to him.

“And why would you do that, brother?” - Almost laughing, replied Senjuro, the youngest member of the Rengoku dynasty. He was the entire opposite of his older brother. He was kind and respectful, everyone in the office enjoyed his presence, and even though he was still in college, it was not uncommon to see Senjuro working along with some multidisciplinary teams. He was really committed to help his older brother with the family company management, even if he did not agreed with some of Kyojuro’s ways.

“Ah Senjuro, what are you doing here at this time? Should you not be out with your friends on a Friday evening?”

“Mother sent me to look for you, as it seems you forgot our family gathering.”

“Was it today?” - He immediately checked his phone calendar and dropped himself deeper into his chair as he saw with disappointment that he had, indeed, completely forgotten about his family responsibilities. Pinching the bridge of his nose he continued:

“I am on my way now, I will apologize to our mother’s family…”

“What is with that expression, Kyo-ni? You look terrible!”- Senjuro said with a very affable expression, having a very good guess what the cause of it might be.

“To be honest with you Senjuro, I really don’t know anymore…”- He gave his brother a bitter side smile as he gently massaged his temples.

“Let me guess, this problem has a first and last name, pretty smile, beautiful hair, dazzling eyes and more important of all; she hates you.” - Said the younger blond while sitting over the elegant CEO desk.

“Senjuro, how could you possibly know that…?” - He was completely shocked to learn that at that point, he was so down bad that it was completely obvious.

“Well, I am not a kid anymore Kyo-ni! I can clearly tell when a man is suffering for love. But honestly, I thought you were a bit more charming. Because, I can assure you, that treating a girl so badly to make her quit is not the easiest way to get into her heart.” - He chuckled softly as he picked up one of the small crystal trophies that Kyojuro had given to himself, and that he so pridefully showed off.

“That is nothing like that, at all.” - He said while staring at the glass triangle statuette and he couldn’t help but to feel ashamed of the ridiculous idea of awarding himself.

“You see Kyo-ni, that is exactly the attitude that put you in THIS situation” - he returned the award back to its rightful place- “ You love to make things more complicated than what they should be, oh, and that horrendous pride of yours!” - Senjuro was smiling widely.

“By this time, it's pointless Senjuro, she really doesn’t want to know anything about me.” - His expression was serious but full of deception.

“That is because she doesn’t know the other side of you. We just need her to give you a chance to get to know you and I am sure that her perception of you, will change.” - Senjuro took out his phone and after he typed something on it, he showed Kyojuro his search results.

“Senjuro, I appreciate your help but I honestly don't think that this will make any difference”. - The CEO said as he took his younger brother’s phone.

“No offense Kyo-ni, but you need all the help you can get and as I see how you have failed so miserably, I will suggest that you take my advice.” - He smiled triumphantly as Kyojuro took a couple of minutes to weigh out his options.

“I guess it won’t hurt to try, and indeed, you are so grown up now that I never realized the time you stopped being a kid… ” - He chuckled loudly as he playfully hit one of Senjuro’s shoulders with his fist.

“This is owned by a friend of mine, so I will make sure that everything goes out perfectly, alright? I think this will be either a hit or a miss.”- Senjuro kept texting while Kyojuro and him walked out from the CEO’s office.”

“I really hope that Y/N likes it… “ - Kyojuro concluded as he reached the elevator as a secret bystander caught a significant amount of that conversation. 

Friday had finally arrived and you could not believe how suddenly you stopped desperately waiting for the weekend to arrive. You still had to go to work but you were finally enjoying it and living your best work life. The Uber driver left you at your friend’s front door. This was barely the second time he invited you over, so you contributed with a small peach cake and a your favorite chilled beer.

Your friend opened the door as soon as you knocked. A very manly and profound scent escaped through the entrance, it smelled just like his jacket, so deeply of him. This situation, unconsciously made you feel safe, so you stepped in as if that home was yours. He was wearing a very tight black shirt with washed-off denim jeans and his hair was entirely placed back in a low pony tail, exposing his face completely.

“Made it just in time and brought these goodies with me.” - You said with a soft smile, while Giyuu picked up your coat from his hands.

“I was wondering if you were going to come at all” - Giyuu said with a playful sarcastic tone.

“Ha! You wish! You promised me movies and popcorn and I wont leave until I get both.” - you said as you walked into Giyuu’s living room while he placed the cake and the beer inside the fridge. He was a very neat and organized man, and that of course, was not a surprise at all. His apartment had a minimalistic style, everything had a dedicated place, not a lot of decor, but colors were perfectly balanced to make the place look very sophisticated.

Everything seemed to be in its righteous place, except for the living room. And oh boy. Your blue eyed friend had definitely gone over the top with this improvised “home theater”. The space in front of you was filled with fluffy over-sized pillows on top of a cream-colored rug, every single blank space was filled with equally soft blankets, it was a dreamy invitation to throw yourself to sink into that overwhelming comfiness.

Without a second thought, you sunk yourself into that pillow fortress, fitting your body in the middle of all those blankets, just like a little girl. As you scanned the place, you noticed a gray cabinet that had some pictures on top of them. Your eyes observed them from left to right. 

The first, you assumed, was one of his family; you recognized his sister and two other people that looked just like Giyuu and Tsukako respectively. The second picture was him with his best friend Sabito, you have met his friend the first year you both became close at Giyuu’s improvised birthday party. He was a very vivacious guy, a bit too loud for your liking but a good person after all. And the third picture was you and him during the last company Christmas party. 

Something settled in your stomach when you looked at that picture, as usual, Giyuu had barely smiled at all, and if you remembered correctly, you almost had to forcefully drag him into the photo booth. Naturally, you made sure to pick the most ridiculous attire to make you both look even more ridiculous. You politely gave him a copy of that picture, being sure that if he did not threw it away, then it will never see the light of day ever again, to say the least.

But no, there it was, the picture was beautifully placed inside a golden frame, decorated with very delicate flowers. You could not recall where your copy was. Maybe you left it at your old desk? You probably would never know.

As if he had received a silent cue, Giyuu reappeared into the living room and beamed softly as he saw you already cuddled into the pillow nest that took him almost 3 hours to set up.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, but I believe we should get another picture together, don’t you think? A photo where I don’t make you feel miserable.” - You chuckled as Giyuu’s puzzled expression made you yank your face into the picture direction. Your friend’s face flushed instantaneously, he had totally forgotten about that picture, what was he thinking leaving it laying around just like that? 

He walked towards you, popcorn in hand, not really knowing what to say, so he tried his best to calm himself.

“I- I was not miserable. I had fun.” - He offered you the bowl without staring at you, you grabbed a fist-full and continued:

“I still think it’s a good idea to get another picture, I am afraid I left my copy at the office… Let’s take it the next time we go to the movies!” - you concluded before munching the little buttery softies.

Giyuu’s heart was racing wildly, he suddenly remembered the conversation he heard between Rengoku and his younger brother earlier that day. Because of that and various other reasons he had to make that day, THE DAY. He did and could not wait any longer. Will he summon enough courage to speak about it?

It was his turn to pick the movie, The Conjuring was within the repository of your favorite ones. You inadvertently drank a bit too much beer and end up finding the movie scarier than what you remembered. As nervous as Giyuu was, he mustered enough courage to speak softly to your ear:

“If you are scared, you can always look comfort in me, you know?”- he said it in such a velvety but inviting tone, that your body felt an electrical discharge that ran through your body, directly to your toes. You were sure that your heart was going to break loose from your chest any moment now. Your attention was directly driven into your blue-eyed friend. In which moment did you placed yourself under his shoulder, innocently resting on his chest?

He stared at you for a moment as well, his eyes slipped to your lips, you swore you could listen Giyuu’s wild heart beating as well. You both started to lean over, reducing the distance between the two of you, did Giyuu closed his eyes already? You quickly wondered what would Giyuu’s lips taste like, but instead of leaning over, you stood upso quickly that you stumbled and fell back into the pillow-free sofa.

“Oh wow! Look at the hour? Is that late already? I am so sorry Tomioka-sa… I meant, Giyuu, haha!”- You spoke broken words intertwined with nervous giggles, desperately looking for your shoes and phone. You were clearly impaired by the booze you drank.

Giyuu was still in shock, paralyzed with amazement trying to recollect what had just happened. That was not the way he wanted things to happen.

“Found them!” - you said with your phone in your hands while desperately requesting the first Uber driver you could get.

“Hold on Y/N, I-I…, please let me explain…”- he said as he watched you, hopelessly, getting ready to leave any moment now.

“Oh no, you are good! I was the one that took advantage of your hospitality, I better take my leave now. You probably have very important things to do tomorrow morning and I am here, keeping you busy very late at night!” - your head was a mess, but your heart was even more confused. You have never wished that someone responded to your Uber request as fast as in that moment.

“I-I, understand. I-I… at least let me take you home, I do not want you to take a cab by yourself with all the beer that you drank.”- he muttered sadly as we picked his keys and his jacket.

“Oh no, no need, there is an Uber driver already waiting for me outside!” - You lied, smiling at him, walking quickly through the door, but as your hand reached the door knob, you briskly returned, kissed your friend’s cheek and said to him:

“Can we talk about this another day?” - Giyuu Tomioka had never understood the out of body experiences until that moment. His hand automatically traveled to the cheek where your lips had rested an instant ago. You took that moment of shock from your friend to walk away quickly to meet your in-existent Uber driver. Maybe it was fate or the power of your thoughts, but a car was waiting right in front of you and after confirming the vehicle identity information you opened the door and rapidly entered.

“Good night, thank you for taking my request!” - you said without looking at your driver, as you were still staring through the rear mirror with the hope of catching a glimpse of Giyuu. Make up your mind already, you spoke to yourself.

“Y/N…?” - Your driver responded and as you identified that voice, you snapped your entire attention to the driver now.

“Akaza-senpai?!?”-

Ok so, I took forever to write this part but believe or not, I had this in my drafts for a long time now. So I still have not decided what is going to happen between Akaza and Y/N but I have 2 different possible outcomes with these too.

I felt really bad for Giyuu baby :c, but we all love a good dose of drama, don’t we? I wont promise to update soon because I don’t know if I would be able to but I will certainly try my best. Adulting takes most of my time since I became a functional adult lol.

I for sure will be updating my devoted husbands next, I JUST LOVE this self insert story hahaha.

If you have read the other CEO Kyojuro parts I thank you from the bottom of my heart, if you are a fellow fiction writer you might know how some days we can feel like our writing is not good enough and that’s ok! I do this for fun and will try to be a bit less harsh on myself.

If you are reading this story for the first time, I wanna welcome you to my writing blog and want to thank you deeply for taking the time to read my lil story, I hope that you like it and you have the chance to read my other writings. Until next time- Disturbia. 

[honeykawa]

Protect You

pairing: rengoku kyojuro x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 432

warning: sexual harassment

summary: rengoku has a meeting in a tea shop and youre asked to wait outside for him. what should have been a peaceful day quickly goes sour.

“can you please go away? youve been bothering me this entire time and frankly you smell like you smoke a deadly amount of cigarettes” your insults had no affect on the man sitting next to you with an arm around your waist.

“aw cmon dont be like that. besides, you smell pretty good so i think it cancels out” tears started to form in your eyes. you felt so helpless and you wanted nothing more than for your boyfriend to be here but you didnt want to distract him from his meeting with another hashira. you knew it was important since they sent you out into the main area while they chatted in the side room of the tea shop you were in.

and as if your prayers were being answered you heard the voice you wanted to hear the most “what do you think youre doing here”

the man turned around only to be met with a fist to the face. a few more tears left your eyes when you saw it was kyojuro. as soon as the man hit the ground kyojuro turned to look at you and when he did his heart felt like breaking. crying…you were crying…his heart twisted seeing you like this. he was frozen where he stood just seeing the tears run down your face. he wasnt there…this happened due to his own incompetence and you had to pay for it.

“kyo-kyojuro” the cracking of your voice broke him out of his thoughts and before he even knew what he was doing he was wrapping you in his arms. his grip on you was tight and you could feel him trembling. “im so sorry y/n. i should have come sooner. im so so sorry my love”

after you felt better rengoku wiped your face one last time. “lets go home” you nodded as he picked you up. you clung to him the entire way home and he wouldnt have it any other way. the way that man touched you…the way he looked at you…rengoku wasnt a malicious man but it made his blood boil and its taking everything he has so that he wont go back and reprimand the man once more. how dare he..how dare he make you cry like that—“thank you kyo, i love you.”

its amazing what those words do to him. “i love you too sunshine. ill always be there to protect you” he leaned down to kiss you which you gladly returned. getting you home and making sure you were okay was the most important thing right now and he would absolutely make sure that his sunshine is safe and sound.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Can I request a fic where reader doesn’t really have any friends and gets a little sad when her boyfriend tells her he’s going to go out with his friends and asks her to come but she says no cause she doesn’t want to intrude and he can tell she’s sad but then he pretends to leave but actually goes and gets all of her favorite snacks and they cuddle and watch a movie, then they fuck. With either Tengen or Kyojuro? Please and thank you❤️❤️ also the fluffier the better cause I’m extremely depressed today😕

I’m going to do Kyo because I feel like I’m better at writing him then Tengen 😵‍💫

Modern AU! Rengoku Kyojuro x afab!Reader

nsfw mdni

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── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.🔥 .* :☆ﾟ.───

You were wrapped lovingly in Kyojuro’s arms as you both watched the television. Kyojuro snatches a glance at his phone and realizes the time.

“Oh, it’s already this late? I didn’t even realize. Y/N, let’s start getting ready. My friends wanted to hang out today and I’d love for you to come along.”

You smiled weakly at your boyfriend. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t a little jealous about the amount of friends he had. Then again, it seemed impossible for your boyfriend to not have friends. He was way too lovable and kind to everyone. His main group of friends (that were titled ‘The Pillars’ in the friend group chat) has been his friends the longest. He got along with every single one of them as well. It was very nice to see, it made you happy to see him so happy with all his friends. So anytime you tagged along, you felt like you were intruding. Like you were a burden on Kyojuro’s behalf. That he had to keep you hooked on his arm or else you’d panick. Or that he had to always check up on you and make sure you joined in on the conversations. You might be overthinking a little too much on this as well but, you also couldn’t help to think that a few of his friends really didn’t like your presence.

You grimaced and looked to side, avoiding your lover’s gaze. “No, I’m fine. I don’t think I want to go.”

Kyojuro freezes, scanning over your face to see that you were scrunching your brows in discomfort.

“But, Y/N. I’d really love for you to come. Are you sure you’d rather stay behind?” He walks over to the couch, your back facing him as he leans over the cushioned furniture to snake his arms around your neck. His face inches from yours and you could see him pouting a little.

“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t want to go.” You solidified again.

Kyojuro sighs as he places a chaste kiss on your cheek. “Okay, we’ll I’m going to go get ready. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

You quietly nod as you feel his arms leave you and his footsteps disappearing into the shared bedroom. A few minutes later you hear Kyojuro grabbing his keys, jingling in his hands as he walked towards you again. No matter what, he always had to give you a kiss goodbye. It always made your heart flutter.

His lips felt soft against yours as his calloused hand held your cheek. “I love you. I’ll see you soon, okay?” Kyojuro’s lips stretching into a warm smile and his eyes softly gazing into yours.

“I love you too. See you…” you muttered out softly and Kyojuro walked out the door.

It wasn’t until the door clicked shut and the sound of it being locked did you register what Kyojuro had just said. He said he was going to add you soon. You groaned and grabbed your face.

“See you soon?! Soon???” You reiterated to yourself, “No, he better not leave that hang out sesh early because of me. Ugh, why did I have to act to sad, I knew he’d catch on. Fine, if he comes back home early, I’m just going to shove back out that door to hang out with his friends properly.” You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest. Sometimes Kyojuro was too sweet. Always pushing things off of to the side just for you. You loved it of course, it made you feel so loved by him. But sometimes it only made you feel like even more of a burden. You didn’t want Kyojuro missing out on things just because of you. You not having that big of a social circle wasn’t his fault. You didn’t want him missing out in things in his life just to satisfy your lonely needs.

A little more times passed and you heard the door lock clicking with the keys jingling on the metal doorknob. You shoot up from your seat so you could get ready to push Kyojuro back out the door. He opened the door to show he was carrying a plastic bag from the nearby shop. Filled to the brim with your favorite snacks and drinks.

“Y/N! My love, I am back. I hope you don’t miss me too much.” Kyojuro happily beams.

“Kyo… what is all this? Why aren’t you with your friends?”

“Ah, we’ll you didn’t want to come. And I would have been such a downer at the gathering because I would have just been thinking about you.”

You try to hold back from frowning, “Kyo, you don’t need to stop hanging out with your friends just because I don’t want to. And you don’t need to always invite me either. I feel like such a intrusion when you invite me. I get I don’t have that many friends but you don’t need to feel pity on me for that.” You weren’t able to hold back your thoughts. They slipped right past you and now you could feel a sob trapped in your throat.

Kyojuro quickly sets the bag on the floor and walks towards you. “Y/N… you’re not an intrusion on me or my friends. I’m not trying to take pity on you either,” His fingertips graze over your skin, sliding up to move stray hairs behind your ear and lift your chin to look at him, “I want you to come along because I want you to be there. I don’t like having you anywhere else that isn’t by my side.” He places a lingering kiss on your forehead as his hands rested on your hips. You sniffle and hold back your tears. Looking at at Kyojuro with wet eyes.

“Now come on, those snacks aren’t going to eat themselves! I got all your favorites!” He picks up the bag and pours everything onto the coffee table in front of the couch. You smile widely as you take a sit next to Kyojuro.

“Thank you, Kyo. I love you so much.” You hook your arm around his as you place a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you too, Little Flame.”

—

The movie continued on in the background, muffled out from the sound of your own rapid heartbeat in your ears. Kyojuro’s hands were wandering all over your body, squeezing every part of you he could grab. His calloused hands feeling harsh again your soft skin. Your lips connected with his as you both heaved heavily into the kiss. His breath is warm as it hits your flushed face. You were sat on top of his lap, your hips softly grinding against his as you felt the growing bulge in his pants.

His lips parted from yours, his larger hand resting on the back of your head. “This is so much better. I’m glad we didn’t go out.” He smiled widely. His hands making their way to hem of your shirt to lift it up. You raised your arms to help him remove your shirt and expose your breasts. You shivered when the cold air hit your nipples. Your arms falling back onto Kyojuro’s shoulders as his hands smoothed the skin on your sides. He stared at you in awe, causing you to grow more shy.

“So pretty, so perfect…” he muttered under his breath. Your hands trailed down his chest and abs as you made you way to end of his short as well. Tugging on it until he helped you remove the fabric, tossing it to the side to be forgotten with everything else. You leaned down, your bare chest pressing up against his as you eagerly attached your lips to his once again. You moaned into the kiss, his warm body making yours heat up even more.

His hands started to tug at your pants. His hand slipping past the fabric to rub your cunt through your panties. You moaned loudly at the feeling. His hand continued to rub against you as his lips trailed down your jaw and onto your neck. Kissing and sucking harshly to leave a darkened mark on your skin. Your hips reacting on their own and pressing more into his hand, desperate to relieve the friction.

“Kyo…” you breathed out, “Please I need more….”

Kyojuro removed his hand, earning a soft whine from you. His fingers hooked around the hem of your pants again, tugging at them and waiting for you to lift yourself so he could slid them off your legs. You stepped out of your pants and sat back down on Kyojuro’s lap. His hands running up and down your legs as his eyes grazed over your body. No matter how many times he’s already seen you naked, he’s still amazed and entranced each time.

Your lips attach to his again, kissing him eagerly as your hands made their own to his belt. The sound of the buckle coming undone making your heart pound even more. You slid the belt off and unbuttoned his pants just enough to palm at his bugle stuck in his briefs. Kyojuro grunts, his hips jolting up at the contact. He lifts his hips to help you shake off his reaming clothing. His hard cock springing back up to hit his lower abdomen. Your hand gravitated towards him, your fingers softly caressing his cock as you pressed hot kisses on his neck. Kyojuro’s grunts and groans softly neck to your ear, making your pussy clench around nothing.

You fully take his cock into your hand, pumping up and down him slowly. Feeling the protruding veins against your fingers. Your thumb slides over his tip, smearing precum along his length making your hands slide down easier. Kyojuro’s hands firmly grasped your hips, holding back from rutting his hips further into your fist. Your hand continues to slowly and teasingly rub his hardened cock. Squeezing him every time your hand grazed down to the base of his length.

You slowly slid off the couch, landing on your knees as you placed kisses on his thighs. You eagerly look up at Kyojuro, his face flushed a bright red and his chest heaving up and down. His eyes locking on to yours as well and his hand reaching out to land on the top of your head. You softly kissed the tip of his cock as he shuddered beneath you. You continued to kiss all the way down his cock until you reached the base. Your tongue slipped past your lips, flattening as you pressed it against his dick. Slowly dragging up all the way back to his tip where your lips wrapped around him finally. Kyojuro throws his head back, groaning out loudly as his hand tightens in your hair.

You hollow out your cheeks as you start to slowly take all of Kyojuro into your mouth, his cock reaching down your throat. You moaned, satisfied you had taken all of him in. Your voice sending vibrations through Kyojuro’s cock, making him shiver as he sweared under his breath. Your head bobbing up and down as he breathed heavily as his hand stayed tangled in your hair. You hand came up, grabbing his cock to help pump the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth as you moved your head. Your other hand reaching for his balls, massaging them in your fingers as you gagged on his cock.

Kyojuro’s thighs start to shake, closing in on you and trapping your head between them.

“Y/N, fuck. I’m close.” He panted out heavily, his other hand making its way into your hair as well, slightly pushing you more down his cock. Kyojuro grunted loudly as his cock reached the back of your throat, coming harshly as he painted your mouth white. You removed your lips with a pop and swallowed all of him. His hand reaching out to graze over our jaw.

“Such a good job… did so good…” he praised you between breathes.

You sat back down on Kyojuro’s lap, your wet pussy sliding against his already hardening cock, lubricating it even more with you slick, his cum and your spit. He hummed out excitedly. His hand gripping your hips once more as he lifted you up, your hand reached down to guide his cock to your entrance. You slowly sank down, moaning out with everything inch that slid inside you. Kyojuro sucked in through his teeth, eyes squeezing shut as he felt your plush walls squeeze around him.

“Fuck, so good..” he mutters out as he finally fit all of him inside. You stayed still, moaning and panting as you adjusted to him. His cock always giving you a satisfying stretch. You moaned out as you started to grind your hips against his. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix as you rubbed against him. Kyojuro’s hand slid up your body, filling them with your breasts as you slowly started to bounce in his lap. His gaze locked on yours, watching your face contort with pleasure.

“So good, sweetheart. Keep going…” he whispered to you, his hips now jumping forward to meet your hips in the middle. The new movement causing his dick to hit inside you deeper and harder. You moaned out loudly as your hips continued to move. Kyojuro’s hand traveling back down to your hips, his fingers digging harshly into your skin as he slammed you back down onto his cock.

You whimpered put his name, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as your body fell onto his. Your breasts squished against his chest as you heaved out moans into his neck. Kyojuro’s hand snaked behind you, his large hand grasping your hand before harshly smacking it. You jolt forward and let out a loud whine. Kyojuro smiles at your reaction and smacks your ass once more as it continued to bounce from his thrusts.

His other hand spreading across your hips, his thumb reaching for your clit as he rubbed tight, fast circles. Your body started to shake, your arms now wrapped around his neck and your face buried in his shoulder. Biting your lip to try and hold back moans.

“Kyo, Kyo I’m so close..” you managed between each harsh thrust.

“Me too, Baby. Hold on a little longer. I want to come with you.” He groaned into your ear.

His thrusts got faster and sloppier. His breath increasing as his arm wrapped around your waist. His other hand reaching up to hold the back of your head. Your body now flush against his as he continued to thrust harshly into you. Your body still moving upwards with each thrust. Kyojuro grunted and groaned, his grip on your tightening as he felt himself spilling over the edge. He moaned loudly as he harshly rutted his cock deep inside you, hot thick roped of cum filling you up inside. Your walks clenched around him as you screamed out his name in pleasure. Your eyes shutting tightly as you shined out through your orgasm. A few more deep, lazy thrusts from Kyojuro as you milked him out dry. You panted and heaved as he slowly slid himself out, groaning as he felt your warm walks leave him. He pushed you off his shoulder and moved stray hairs from face, removing them from your sweaty forehead. He smiled at you as he continued to catch his breath. He leaned in to kiss you, both moaning into the kiss. His hands gently smoothing over your skin to help you come back down from your high. His eyes glanced past you to see the credits rolling in the screen. He laughed a little, “Damn, we missed the movie.” You laughed at him and placed a kiss on is cheek. “Who cares, we own it. We can watch again later.”

[lexinympho]

Swaddled Stray

Rengoku Kyojuro x gn!reader

Summary: You and Kyojuro have been living together for a decent amount of time, so what better way to add to the experience than to pick up the stray dog that's been wandering around your apartment lately?

WC: 1.3k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, slight angst? (they kinda argue and talk about his dad), one mention of Kyojuro being a teacher, Kyojuro's pushy but he means well, one joke about a newborn baby

A/N: Not me being confused over how to end this💀I'm okay with how it turned out, though I kinda wish I took more time with it instead of pressuring myself with how long I've gone without posting a fic. Enjoy~

Something feels different. And you don't know what.

You unlocked the front door like normal, didn't trip over anything or walk in on something questionable, and you shook your umbrella off thoroughly before placing it down by the door. Every single pair of shoes you have sitting by the wall connected to the front door is in its rightful place, so are Kyojuro's. His coat and bag full of school work waiting for review are both hanging on the coat stand, again in their usual places without any visible abnormality. You haven't heard a peep from Kyojuro however, when he's usually so keen on greeting you the moment you walk in.

Your brain no sooner switches to analytical mode and you began scanning the area in front of you. There's a small trail of dirt and mud starting from the front door, crossing over with the house plant nearby, and trailing across the floorboards before stopping at a certain point. The previously mentioned mud mostly appears in the shape of small paw prints, clearly belonging to an animal that'd just been outside in the rain before coming in.

"Bark!"

Bark. Bark?

It suspiciously sounded like the young Miniature Schnauzer that's been lurking outside lately, the same one that's been chipping away at Kyojuro's resolve with it's clinginess and relentless pleadi-

Yeah, he brought the dog in.

"Shh!"

You hear your boyfriend further inside as he attempts to quieten the canine--whether to surprise you with it or keep it from disturbing the neighbors, you aren't certain. The sound of splashing water alarms you a bit and makes you finally walk towards the bathroom, all while making a mental note to clean the hazardous mess around you later. The minimal amount of awareness he seems to display with the half open bathroom door leads you to believe he hadn't heard your arrival.

Stepping closer and peeking in, you get a clear view of the four legged pup sniffing around and becoming accustomed to it's new surroundings, as well as Kyojuro rushing to clean up behind himself after evidently giving it a bath. The soaked white button up shirt tickles your diaphragm for a laugh when you imagine the time he had keeping the puppy still, but you resist and push the door open all the way to call out to him, "Kyojuro."

The head full of multicolored strands snaps in your direction so fast that you feel a phantom pain spike in your neck. "Welcome home!" He exclaims with a bright expression.

Your poker face nearly cracks at the sight of him knelt down on the floor and looking up at you in true elation, but you manage to keep your composure to address the elephant in the room (or rather, dog), "We talked about this."

"I know, but I couldn't very well leave him outside in that weather," he calmly states while nabbing the pup and wrapping a towel around it.

Composure: broken. Your shoulders drop when he says that, drying it without a sense of urgency or guilt for doing as he pleases again when you'd already spoken with him about taking in pets. "Kyojuro-"

"Neither of us are home long enough to care for him, I know," he stands and cradles it in his brawny arms, staring down at it as though it were his newborn child. "But we won't know for sure if we can make it work without ever trying."

"Yeah, but-"

"An apartment like this isn't exactly pet friendly." His smile remains firm as he looks you in the eye and refutes what you'd told him, "Pets are allowed here though."

You furrow your eyebrows at how comfortable the pup has already appears to be in Kyojuro's arms, something that'd be considered cuter if you weren't a little agitated. The apologetic look Kyojuro gives you aids in stopping any potential disputation though, and elicits a question that you truthfully should've asked from the start, "Why are so adamant on taking him in? More than anything, we hardly have *any* experience in taking care of dogs, or pets in general actually. Wouldn't you rather wait until we find a bigger place at least?"

Kyojuro barely takes anytime to ponder before pouting a little and holding the amazingly tame stray away from his chest to better look at him, "But then we wouldn't have this little guy."

This time sympathy seeps into your words when you utter his nickname, "Kyo, does this have to do with your dad not letting you or Senjuro keep a pet when you were kids?"

A contemplative aura comes over him for a bit when he answers, "Just a little. Between my dad throwing us into kendo and ensuring our grades stayed good, us adopting a pet didn't fit into his agenda. It's not as though he restricted our fun, but taking care of a pet is a huge responsibility."

"I thought you said he didn't like animals."

Kyojuro simply blinked and said, "Oh yeah."

You snort at his casual acceptance of his blunder before asking, "And now that you're out on your own, this is finally your chance to keep one?"

His big bright eyes darted to you and he asked directly, "Well, you said you wanted him, right?"

"I...guess?" You should expect his forwardness by now after months of dating, yet it still staggers you somewhat when it comes without warning. "I wasn't thinking of adopting right here and now though."

"But wouldn't be better to get to him before someone else does?" He puts on his pleading face, not too heavy but not too light, and the dog humorously seems to have gone along with him.

You purse your lips and give it some thought, "You've got a point..."

Buoyancy overtook his features when you didn't dispute him. "Then that's all the more reason to adopt him while we can, I always liked the idea of us having a dog anyways. You don't mind, right?" He transitioned to speak to the Schnauzer and held it up like Simba, an action it seemed to enjoy judging from the energetic swishing of his small tail poking out of the towel.

"Bark!" The sound echoed greatly in the bathroom.

You're pretty sure Kyojuro's too excited to analyze the downsides of bringing a dog into a temporary environment that isn't readily equipped for a dog. And you're absolutely sure he knows that, because he's Rengoku Kyojuro: the history teacher who got one glimpse of you, a total stranger, picking up sweet potatoes at a grocery store and decided on the spot that you needed to teach him how to properly cook the vegetable.

He didn't know you or how your cooking would compare to his mother's or his brother's, but he saw an opportunity through some inexplicable reasoning that only makes sense to him.

That stubborn optimism is likely what his students have to thank for their grades.

"I was never completely against the idea of bringing him in, but I am *not* looking forward to potty training," you commented as you smile and reach to pet it's considerably cleaner coat (which was washed with the bottle of dog shampoo you spot on the floor, something you know wasn't here before).

He reassures you, "I don't think it'll be difficult, Schnauzers are known for being easy to train."

"Oh yeah?" You can almost see yourself and Kyojuro constantly hovering over it, never growing tired of seeing him get his commands right and eagerly waiting for a treat to be thrown out with a *good boy.*

Which reminds you, "What do want to name him?"

The twinkle of mischief in the orange of his eyes keyed you in on Kyojuro's jestful suggestion, but you don't stop him from speaking his mind, "Tramp."

"No."

"But it fits."

You playfully roll your eyes, "I'd really rather not walk around in public saying tramp."

"What's wrong with-" Kyojuro gives it some thought before shrugging one shoulder and saying, "You've got a point."

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Let's Get Together, Build Us A Fire(Demon Slayer headcanons)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of fellation/male receiving oral sex, size kink, struggling to take cock, slight dub-con, slight power play word count: 1k pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader, Tengen Uzui x Fem!Reader and Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader a/n: this new season of demon slayer is WILD! I'm hooked! Smut under the cut.

He knows he’s big. Big in so many different ways. But to watch you struggle to take all of him inside of you, it’s such a stroke to his ego.

Kyojuro doesn’t want to hurt you, but if you whine that he’s “too big” while he’s sliding into you, he has a hard time not just pressing you into the mattress and pounding into you.

He’ll watch as your little cunt dribbles as he enters you, his thumb on your clit to help ease you into taking him. As your walls just suck him in, he’s having a hard time concentrating.

“Kyo…” you whine as he has you pressed against the soft mattress. “S’too much. S’too big,”

Kyojuro chuckles softly, “Awh, sweetheart, you’re doing so well.”

Despite the way he treats his students, he’s so gentle and kind with you. You’re his little lover, his flame. You truly are so precious to him, so he knows he needs to keep going so slow whenever he fucks you. You took so much preparation the first time, but you’re still ever so tight now. He loves it though. It really makes him feel so good about himself. Sometimes he does feel insecure, despite his calm and collected demeanor.

“Halfway there, my flower.” Kyojuro praises you. His thumb reaches down to your clit, slowly rubbing it in the way that makes you dribble out even more slick.

You aren’t even sure how you manage to take all of his cock inside of you every time. It’s so damn big and it just makes you feel so full. Once he bottoms out, it’s just pressing against your cervix. He’s slow and gentle with you most times, but sometimes he can’t help himself as he gets too excited and eager.

Soon, he feels less resistance from your cunt. He slips even further inside until his balls are plush against your ass and his cock is all the way inside. Kyojuro’s eyes roll back in his head as he feels your walls clamping down around him so tightly.

“See,” he says breathily as he leans in to kiss you, “I knew you could take it.”

Nothing makes him feel more smug than seeing you struggle to take his fat cock. It’s just so perfect to watch you whine and beg for him to slow down.

Tengen does what he can to take it slow, but most of the time he just pushes his cock deep into you. Once he’s balls deep inside of you, he lets his instincts take over.

You can also expect him to love watching you struggle to suck his cock. If you drool and choke on it, it only makes him even harder than before. Don’t worry, he’ll praise you for being so good.

“That’s it,” Tengen grunts as he pounds into your little cunt. He’s had enough of you trying to push him out of you. “You can take it.”

You cry out, “T-too big!”

He chuckles darkly, “then why is your cunt squeezing me so tight, hm? Your little pussy is betraying you, babygirl.”

You can barely think straight when he’s stretching you out like this. It makes you cling to him as you try to get used to this. Nothing could truly prepare you for the size of him, considering how he towers over you as well. It’s all just a game to him sometimes. He knows how to push your buttons. 

“Awh,” Tengen teases, “look at you, baby. You’re so wet for daddy,”

Your cheeks burn, “That’s filthy, daddy.”

He loves how he has you so fucked out. You’re a good girl, that’s for sure. Despite your tight cunt that makes it hard for him to hold on for long, he knows he has you conditioned so well for him. You’ll always let him have his fun, even when you’re being a brat or you say you’re not in the mood.

“I could fuck you for days, you know that?” Tengen groans, pressing kisses to your tits.

“D-don’t say that,”

He grabs your ass, squeezing slightly as he pushes into you even deeper. Oh, he could definitely fuck you for days.

He gets off on watching you struggle. You’ll whine and whimper, but it just makes him so fucking hard. He enjoys pressing the tip to your leaking cunt and pressing in slowly.

As soon as he bottoms out though, he’s like an animal. He can’t stop himself. He’s going to fuck you into the mattress. He knows he can’t always have moments like these, so he takes advantage.

One of his favorite things is to have you bouncing on his cock, whining as he guides you to continue to ride him. He’ll certainly overstimulate you this way.

“I dunno if I can take it,” you whine as the tip of his cock prods your tight little hole.

Giyu sighs, “Let’s not play these games, yeah?”

He knows he should be a bit more gentle with you, but it’s all too much for him to handle right now. You’re making him so dizzy with lust. When was the last time he was able to fuck you like this? It feels like centuries. And now you were trying to deny him the pleasure he’s been craving.

“Be a good girl for me,” he murmurs before guiding your hips to come down.

“Giyu…” you whine once more, but it’s too late.

The tip of his fat cock begins splitting your pussy, and you’re moaning and shuddering. It’s causing you to drip all over him as his cock keeps bullying its way deeper into you. Once it hits your sweet spot, you swear you can already see stars in your vision.

“Hm, I guess I was right. You can take my cock,”

It’s not long before he’s guiding you to start bouncing up and down on his cock, and this only makes you drench him in your juices even more. Something about the scent of you and the feeling of your juices coating his cock makes him so weak. His tough facade slips away for a few moments as he pulls you down to kiss you.

“You’re my precious girl,” he says between sweet and sloppy kisses.

“I missed you so much,” you finally let out, your breaths all shaky and ragged.

He chuckles to himself, and then pumps up into you. This makes you squeal loudly, and he has no choice but to get this pace going. You’re having a hard time concentrating, it would seem.

“Missed you too, darling. Now be a good girl and ride my cock.”

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#9: “I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met.”

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You were just finishing up training when you felt that your eyes were really dry, so you decided to take off your blindfold knowing that no one else was around. You were rubbing at your eyes to relieve yourself from the dryness. After rubbing them you slowly opened your eyes and came face to face with Rengoku. You immediately covered your eyes upon seeing his face. 

You didn’t sense his presence at all, he was a hashira after all. “Why do you cover your beautiful eyes?” He boisterously asked. “They’re not beautiful at all, I can’t even bear to look at them.” Your eyes were different from what other people are used to and as a kid you were always bullied for looking different. Rengoku could tell his comment hit a nerve and he felt bad for bringing it up. “I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, why was a hashira like him even talking to you. You weren’t even near his level yet he still acknowledges you and is even complimenting you. You quickly bowed deeply at him, “Thank you so much Rengoku San, you truly are as kind as everyone claims.” He laughs, “How you flatter me, I’m just speaking truthfully!” His crow then flew by squawking at him that he had to meet with Ubuyashiki. “I have to go now, I hope to see you more in the future.” “Likewise.” You replied while bowing once again to show respect.

[takami-rising]

in aeternum ☀︎

in aeternum

➳ eternally

character: rengoku kyojuro x reader genre: not full on smut but very suggestive, fluff, drabble warnings: 18+ MDNI, virgin/inexperienced reader, lots of intimate touching, implied intercourse/fade to black

Kyojuro who is just so gentle on your wedding night. Oh, so sweet when he feeds you the bowl of strawberries he's discreetly stolen from the kitchen stash in the dead of night. Thumb swiping across your plump lower lip to gather the saccharine juices, and what a shame it would be to waste its flavor. Your eyes unable, unwilling, to stray from his as he licks the taste off his finger.

You're a bundle of nerves the moment he gets a bit too close, hands trembling in his, strong and firm as they envelope yours in their tender touch. On the verge of tears, you tell him that everything is just happening so fast. From the day you accepted his proposal to when they transferred your furniture into his estate and now you are to be the spouse of the new head of the Rengoku family - what pressure. How eagerly you wish to make him proud, to fulfill your duty at his side.

He cradles you in his embrace, fingertips painting languid strokes up and down your arm until your breathing slows. Touch so delicate, so innocent until disappears underneath the sleeve of your yukata, quivers rushing through your body in waves. He asks if you bear any regrets in regard to your union, but you shake your head into his chest. Kyojuro would do anything and everything to ease any worry you may have. How disappointed with himself he is that you would ever think otherwise when you ask to simply spend the night asleep, tangled in each other's arms.

"My darling, we have a lifetime together. We may take all the time we need."

Kyojuro, whose cheeks are flushed the loveliest shade of pink when you awake in the early hours of the next morning to feel his member prodding against your hip, thick and hard, twitching in response to the soft friction as he stirs. Apologies leave his lips in graces, tells you not to worry and he squirms to get away.

You crawl through the plush of your shared kakebuton to close your distance once again, chasing the tingling sensation his bashful expression brings forth in the pit of your stomach. Hands trace the collar of his tousled yukata, dips into the hollow beneath bones in the sweetest of caresses, a careful curiosity that sparkles your eyes.

"May I see?"

He stutters, flustered and caught off guard. He does not mind, of course. Would let you tear his clothes apart if you wished to, but the way you look up at him, through eyelashes wet with sleep, fingertips dangling at his hips, waiting for permission. It makes his cock twitch. "Yes."

You unwrap his robe, slide the fabrics off his shoulders with such endearing determination, he cannot conceal the chuckle on his lips when you stop to brace yourself before the removing the fundoshi on his hips. Your eyes search his body, orbs flickering and he wonders if you're looking for something specific, any confidence he yet possesses slowly dwindling. Perhaps he did not live up to your expectations. Perhaps it was too much and the scars embedded in his skin repulsed you more than anticipated.

Your hand falls flat against his chest, fingers curling to drag the pad of their tips in your featherlight touch. His heart forgets a beat. He dares not take his eyes off of you as the golden hour laves you in its colors, your chest rising to chase its next breath quicker than the last as you carefully trace the scars that litter his body, rests over the one centered in his sternum. The skin goes taught with the hitch in his breath, twists and contorts around veins and muscle. You hesitate, then caress the hardened flesh tenderly. "Does it hurt?"

"I cannot think of pain when the one I love is touching me so intimately."

"Would you like me to stop?"

Kyojuro feels lightheaded, euphoria clouding any last comprehensible thought left in his mind, his voice reduced to nothing more than a breathy whisper. "No."

Your lips press a kiss under his left eye where the gold in his iris has turned to a setting sun while your hands continue their explorative dance. It doesn't open fully anymore, barely has any perceivable vision left, but you're heavenly even in the haze of its shadows. He melts into your touch, lets you mold him into any shape or form you desire.

"I think you are very beautiful," you say.

Dearest, loveliest Kyojuro who gets impatient, grabbing your hands and nearly begs against your lips. "My love, I wish to consummate our marriage now."

[devmimi]

— WEREWOLF RENGOKU X YOU (( drabbles ))

werewolf!rengoku would def be one of those cutey werewolves that doesnt realize but even when he is turned hes such a puppy dog n lays his head on ur lap !!

rengoku would be super surprised that you didn't freak and run off seeing him. it makes him so happy you stayed and are so kind to him

your werewolf boyfriend doesn't mind you don't want to turn with him. honestly it'd kill him to try.

he has had a lot of years to control himself! so now he trusts himself to be your cuddly teddy bear. well.. werewolf lol

werewolf rengoku also doesn't mind you messing with his ears in the night it's pretty comforting to him.

of course with all werewolves he has some bad nights. when this happens he does the dirty work and ties himself down. he leaves you a love letter to read for the whole night comforting you with his vigorous safety as well as just knowing rengoku.

rengoku loves you to pieces. no harm to his mortal love of his entire wolfy life.

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In a tipsy game of Never Have I Ever with your friends, you offhandedly mention never having orgasmed from penetration.

You thought nothing of it then; it wasn’t uncommon for women your age to need a little more stimulation. Your younger lady friends exchanged sympathetic looks as they downed their drinks, and fireflies littered the sky beyond the gazebo.

Kyojuro was extra attentive across the table, sitting up straighter on the bench, clutching the underside of his seat until his knuckles were bone-white. Every fiber of his being was trained on that moment, his ears buzzing with static.

He was your best friend. And sure, he knew of your failing love life. But he didn’t know to what extent. You didn’t typically speak on your nighttime romps; a lady rarely kissed and told.

When the coppery moon sat high, you bid farewell to your friends. Tengen seemed extra joyous as he bear-hugged you and patted your back a little too harshly, nearly sending you face-first into the ground.

Kyojuro stood by, wearing a grin that could cut diamonds, painting the picture of an Adonis whilst your friends trickled out. He ushered you to his car. He held the door open for you to slide into the passenger seat, ever the gentleman despite merely being a friend.

Since his house was closest to the park, he had no qualms about you crashing there for the night. It was pretty routine, after all, you spending the night—or sometimes the weekend—at each other’s pads, though yours was further from the city.

You pull up to the iron-wrought gates of his home—baby boy is made of money—and slip out of the car into the serenely-lit warmth of his abode. He offers you one of the spare rooms and some of his clothes to slip into. An oversized varsity hoodie and basketball shorts that fall below your knees. Their fibers carry the scent of him: smoked cedar and cracked mahogany. An aroma you’ve grown accustomed to over many years as friends.

You perk up when Kyojuro peeks in to offer you some company. Your smile is broad as you pat the space beside you on the massive guest bed. You fall into a rhythm with the lights turned off, and the blue light of the television screen flickering over your bodies whilst you catch up on the newest episode of Lucifer.

Your thighs occasionally graze each other. Fingers meet when you both reach for the bowl of popcorn nestled between you. You’re hyper-aware of everything tonight, from the shift of Kyo’s muscles beneath his t-shirt to the way his lips tremble when he offers you a sip of his water. It isn’t uncommon for you to share drinks. But you can’t help feeling a little sinful whilst your mind floods with images of his lips slanting possessively over yours.

It isn’t much of a secret to anyone—save for you two— within your circle that you’ve wanted to bag your friend for ages. You’ve always sold yourself short, though. Figured he was out of your league since you were both cut from a different cloth. Kyojuro deserves someone who can match his boundless energy and serves as some decent eye candy.

Before you know it, you slip beneath the heavy veil of exhaustion, your head propped on Kyo’s shoulder. He chuckles softly, teasing you for being such a sleepy baby. You’re vaguely aware of your body shifting. Of smooth muscle dancing beneath you, and then feel the softness of a pillow and comforter swaddling you.

The room is enveloped in darkness, save for the hall light leaking through the cracked door and Kyojuro’s irises dancing like firelight across your visage.

“Get some rest,” he murmurs against your ear, absently sweeping a lock of hair from your forehead. “I’ll wake you for breakfast,” he adds in a deep vibrato. Gentle as if talking to a lover as opposed to a friend. “Need anything else before I go to bed?”

You swallow thickly, your exhaustion an afterthought. It sits at the tip of your tongue, an impulse to beg him to stay. Your extremities tingle with exhilaration. Your lips quake, sweat coasting down the side of your neck. You’re inebriated. Not in your right mind to make requests. And you know that if you ask him to sleep beside you, you won’t be able to reel in your desires much longer…

omfg the way this helped turn my entire day...

you know that he's hesitating, that he's desperately hoping you say yes, that you offer him the opportunity to show you that he can give you everything. He won't ruin your friendship though, he won't press and teach you what's possible if you don't give him a sign. He can't lose you.

So he waits there, hovering and waiting and praying that instead of saying that you don't need anything else and good night, you tell him that what you need is him. All he wants to hear is "please stay".

and you know what you need to do? grab him by the front of his shirt and pull him down into bed with you 😂

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Imagine this: He calls it endurance training. You call it torture.

He makes you sit pretty on his lap while he works, your legs twined around his lithe hips. He reminds you that you must remain perfectly still. Otherwise, the lesson will begin anew with higher stakes. You’ve already been at this for an hour, blubbering and driveling around him. You’d rather not prolong this torment. Not sure how much more you can take.

Warnings: Cockwarming, Female Reader, MDNI below the cut!

You bury your flushed face into the crook of his neck, arms encircling his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. Your breasts feel heavy and hot against the hardened planes of his chest, your heart thundering in your rib cage. The scribble of his pen, his steady breathing, and the pattering rain outside are the only sounds keeping you somewhat distracted whilst you pursue your goal: him.

He smells delightful, like earth mixed with burning cedar. The heat of his body is comforting despite your current predicament, permeating the delicate fabric of your loosened kimono. ��You are performing so wonderfully for me, my darling tsuguko,” he praises into your skin, a modicum of smugness swimming in his deep tone as he patterns your shoulder with chaste kisses. “If you keep this up, your reward will be most handsome. I’ve only three more letters to write, so it won’t be much longer.”

“Y-yes, master,” you murmur, trying vainly to ignore how his dick twitches within you. How he subtly rolls his hips under the guise of making himself more comfortable. This is absolute torture, and he knows it. And if you so much as move to heighten the delicious friction of his cock nestled against your sweltering, hiccupping walls, you will lose.

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