#rengoku fic
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w.count: 1.8k- he's back.. as a treat c:
recently, kyojurou always sleeps best with a weight on his chest.
this hasn't always been the case, however. no, for the vast majority of his life, sleep had usually always found him quite easily. the small douse of sleep resistance in his early days was the only time on mental record that he could truly recall sleep evading him. on top of his usual power naps on the clock- since traveling in the sun and working under the moon left little time for many full nights rest- he can say he does well for himself in the exhaustless department.
of course, that was until you threw a wrench into everything.
the casual relationship you both had was something both frustrating and comforting to the 20-something flame hashira. on one hand, you both knew that relationships could prove to be difficult in the long run with this occupation. with him being sent out on near back-to-back high-level jobs dealing with more lethal demons than others... he didn't want to unintentionally burden you with anxiety over his safety and well-being. kyojuro was strong, stronger than other fellow hashira, but still weaker than others. and even if his strength seemed flawless in the eyes of weaker people- he isn't infallible and you know that.
so, after a long discussion with you on a night where he had downtime, the conclusion you both came to was- as forementioned- a simple and complicated one. he would continue to care for and about you, treating you with affection he knows you deserve. but he would always be mindful never to cross that threshold into a labeled relationship. you agreed to his terms and offered to return everything he gave you in kind.
however, even if that was what was decided by you both mutually, the turning in his gut when something happened to his distaste didn't just go away. situations where someone was too close to you, where you looked someone else's way so that you wouldn't stick to him like a leech looking for sustenance. when you would excuse yourself to some other task so you wouldn't overstep the bonds of your agreement. it irked him down into the pit of his stomach.
perhaps it was jealousy of others or maybe it was envy since even though he cared so much he couldn't comfortably have you like others could.
it was moments like the one he found himself a week ago where all those feelings fell off his shoulders like dried clumps of dirt. cracking and chipping off his body. a rare chance to accompany you on a mission was always a welcome occasion in his books.
the missions location was in the moutains and the rain was heavy all day and well into the evening. with the lack of light from the sun that had long since set and the terrain that was only worsening, he implored that you both seek shelter in the nearest abandoned hut or cave you could find.
"it would be far too careless to continue on this way," he instructs. to ensure you stay at his side, his hand held tightly onto yours. the way the rain and wind tried to make his hand slip against yours and threaten to break you apart from him only made his hold tighten. "come, under here." he yanks you gently into a small undercut of rock and grass and mud. it was hardly the ideal place for shelter, but it was the best option for the current situation.
grabbing onto the cutout rock made throughout time, he lets you sit and tuck your knees in first before he's clambering under beside you. admittedly, the fit is tight since this particular undercut courtesy of the land wasn't particularly large. in fact, the longer you both sat squeezed together with your toes still getting soaked by rainwater and mud, the more it seemed like this was actually a bad idea and that you should've just kept on going until something more suitable popped up.
"perhaps we should-" his suggestion of possibly relocating somewhere else was promptly cut off by your body sliding off his shoulder that you had been leaning against. your head lulled off, ducking and acting as a weight that caused your whole upper body to shift. your shoulder slides off his and across half of his chest before he quickly catches it in the palm of his opposite hand to stop you from falling into his lap entirely. "are you-" the word 'alright' never makes it out of his mouth when he sees you... "asleep?"
how in the world you managed to tune out the sound of the heavy downpour a foot away from your face, or even find comfort in your soaked and chilly clothes is lost on him. maybe you had been exhausted and he didn't notice- which sends a pang of guilt through his chest- but surely you would've told him so if that were the case.
using his other hand that wasn't holding your shoulder up, he wraps his arm around your shoulders, bringing it around to place on your forehead. you weren't sick, were you? through the dampness of your skin, he felt no heat of fever, so that wasn't it.
kyojuro doesn't understand, but he doesn't truly need to. understanding wouldn't change the fact you were asleep.
his arm that was used to check your temperature stayed around you and even pulls you closer to him. his knee that was closest to you was bent to avoid the rain, though he extends it back out into the rainfall once again to make room for your comfort soaking the fabric straight through. your back pushed against his chest in a comforting sense of pressure. your head lay tilted under his jaw- nose just barely brushing against his throat- which he had adjusted so he could rest his chin easily on your crown.
you smell of rain and grass, but under it, he still could smell the scent of you among the elements. even though you were both drenched, he still found you warm against him and as he shut his eyes to take in the moment of peace, he thought that perhaps this peace was how you managed to fall asleep in the first place.
now, kyojuro sits irritated. legs and arms crossed as his eyes scrunch closed. his leg bounces and his fingers tap against his bicep as he sits in his resting robes on top of his futon.
since that day, the great annoyance he feels creep up his neck when he lays down to rest keeps him from doing so. boring himself to sleep has worked once or twice, but it never lasts. even when he did get sleep, he was always restless, which he greatly disliked since his whole life before this, he was a fairly heavy sleeper.
he's tried other possible solutions. using an extra pillow and laying it on his chest. folding a large blanket up to sit on top of him. he's even contemplating getting a stray dog off the street just for it to curl up on his warm chest- even if that was a considerably foolish idea.
kyojuro's stay at this abode was temporary. it was one of the few wisteria houses that take in and care of demon slayers, and he was set to leave in a day or so. becoming fed up with his impossible plight, he pulls his robes tighter around his waist and shifts the sleeves to cover his shoulders more appropriately before he leaves his temporary room.
perhaps some fresh air would be good for him.
he barely makes it two steps out of his room before he's being addressed. down the hall, his name comes from the mouth that is the cause for all his restless nights unbeknownst to you.
"kyojuro!" you softly call so as to not wake anyone sleeping at the late hour. he turns to see you waving at him and coming closer. at your approach feels his resolve crack. "i heard you were staying here when i arrived earlier. what're you still doing up?"
when you come up to him and stop at his bare feet standing on the veranda, he splinters more. he can hear the cracks in his subconscious instead of your words he knows what you're saying because your lips are moving.
"are you going to sleep?" his sudden question cuts you off and you stare at him with pure confusion since it had nothing to do with what you were previously saying. even in this dull lighting, he seemed awfully tired. more so than you remember ever seeing before. reaching up, you cup his cheek in one of your hands with concern painting your face.
kyojuro shatters at the contact.
you yelp when he gently takes your hand into his and pulls it off his face only to march back into his still-open door and drag you in after him. kyojuro shuts the door behind you before he grabs your shoulders and pushes you down as gently as he can onto his futon after marching you to it.
"hey!" you whisper yell, hardly able to see anything aside from the moonlight casting shadows into his room. "what's this all about?" you yelp again when he wordlessly yanks the covers out from under you so he can crawl under them. before you can start questioning him again, he's snaking his arm under your arm and pushing his palm against the middle of your back.
your hands brace yourself against his chest as he falls onto his back, and you're left awkwardly lying halfway on top of him. at your weight, you feel him let out a deflating breath onto the top of your head.
"uh, kyojuro?" you attempt to push against his chest and sit up to ask him what in the world has gotten into him, but he stops you. his grip around you is solid and you feel the tips of his fingers push further into your back to keep you in place.
"stay." he all but commands in a tone that was soaked in irritated drozziness. you simply drop your forehead into the crook of his neck defeated. there are no more words exchanged that night. with you perched on top of him, kyojuro easily falls asleep for the first full nights rest he's had in a week.
in the morning, when he fesses up to his body's sudden demand of your presence, weight, and warmth for even a decent night of rest, you can't help but tease him.
it takes a while to find some sort of middle solution to his sleepless problems since you can't always be around him for obvious work-related reasons. kyojuro doesn't say it out loud, but you're his just as much as he's yours- as per your agreement. that alone should give him the right to hold you at night when you're around at the very least.
a/n: mmmm i feel like this could've been so much better but im rUSTY ;n;
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↳ Rengoku x Fem Reader
Word Count: 3.3K
Warnings: 18+ content, oral sex (both male/female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie 🥧, rengoku may or may not eat you out after cumming inside of you lol……
Notes: Hi, I wrote this really fast and it’s not really edited that well so bear with me lol 🤭 anyways! this is a little piece about taking Rengoku’s virginity after Tengen desperately asked you to help out his friend. Enjoy!
For years now, you’ve heard tales of the great feats of the Flame Hashira. You’ve heard stories of how strong, how determined, how brave and noble he is. You’ve heard it all – You’re no stranger to the hero that is Kyojurou Rengoku.
He is something that legends are made of.
Which is why when a certain overzealous husband of your friend, Makio, approached you the other day in the hopes of helping out a certain golden-haired hero in the *ahem* intimacy department… you almost couldn’t believe it.
How can somebody as amazing as him have never indulged in such pleasures before? How on earth could he be so inexperienced? How could he have never even been touched by another at all? Surely, he has women throwing themselves at him all the time, surely he has had many offers from those wishing to be his lover, many desperate souls trying to claw their way to his immaculate body. It was too hard to believe that that wasn’t the case.
But, it appears that it is. Well, at least, according to Tengen.
You aren’t a desperate soul, but you are smart. You’ve heard of his charm and good looks. You’ve heard of how handsome the Flame Hashira is. Which is why you had eagerly accepted Tengen’s offer when he came to you with his request. Honestly, it would have been ridiculous to turn down such an opportunity.
But would he be shy? Would he be eager? Boring? Awkward? Rude? You wondered as you waited on the plush bed of the spare bedroom in Tengen’s villa several days later.
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“Uzui, you are a good friend! And I have always trusted you! But I have to admit… I’m not so sure about this,” Rengoku speaks in his usually eager voice, only a hint of unease infiltrating it, as the two men walk down the lengthy hallway. “I will not tolerate anybody doing anything that they don’t want to do.”
“Oh come on, you’re way too old to have never felt a woman’s touch before. You’re a Hashira, for crying out loud, it’s embarrassing,” the bigger gentleman cries out dramatically, making Rengoku look around to double check that they are, in fact, alone. “Plus, nobody’s making her do anything that she doesn’t want to do. She was more than happy to accept your offer on my behalf,” he smiles deviously.
“I never requested anything from anybody – this was your own doing,” Rengoku reminds his pushy friend.
“Look, you’ll be thanking me later, so just go along with it. Get off of your high horse and quit being the noble Flame Hashira for at least an hour or so, ‘kay?” Tengen stops in front of the door where you await his inexperienced friend. “Actually… you probably won’t even last that long,” Tengen snickers.
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It all happened so fast. A couple of minutes ago, Rengoku was walking down the hallway with his friend and now, he’s sitting on the edge of a bed, watching as a beautiful woman he has never seen before kneels in between his legs.
You’re so confident in your movements that it almost takes his breath away. You’re so sure of yourself as you take his pants off of him, as you touch him. You’re so lovely, so beautiful, so self-assured, that all he can manage to do is to sit there and let you do whatever you want with him.
“Is this okay?” You ask, wrapping your hand around his length as he rids himself of his top.
“Y-yes!” He tries to remain his normal, cheerful self but can feel his resolve slowly slipping away with every small movement of your fingers.
“Good to know,” you smile slightly, licking your lips as you do so. “And how about this?” You hold his length tightly and move your hand up toward the tip of his already hard cock.
“Y-yeah,” he breathes out, his voice wavering in its normal enthusiastic tone as he watches you intently.
“And how about…this?” You ask through feigned innocence.
His hips buck up as your thumb grazes his slit. His eager nod confirms that yes, that is definitely okay, too. The look on his face gives you the feeling that you could do just about anything to him and he would be more than happy about it. Your smile widens – you realize this is going to be a lot of fun.
Some precum appears at the top of his flushed tip and knowing that this will most likely be okay, as well, you decided to lean forward and give it a little kitten lick. His breath catches in his throat and his eyes daze over a bit as he feels his body somehow tense and relax at the same time. He’s never had anybody touch him like this before. He has hardly ever touched himself like this before. And now here you are, sucking on the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it as you push more of his length into your warm mouth. You take all of him in as your nose hits the soft gold and red curls near his skin, and he swears that you may actually be an angel.
He’s never imagined anything feeling this good before. He’s never imagined experiencing anything this heavenly before in his life. His hips start to buck up again, his hips mindlessly beginning to pick up the pace as he starts to rut his cock into your mouth. He shuts his eyes and lets the pleasure your mouth grants him take over.
But it isn’t enough. He wants more, he needs more.
He pulls you off of his now throbbing cock and looks at you for a moment, a wild fire settling in his eyes as he stares deeply into your own.
With arms shaky with desire, he still manages to be gentle as he helps you up and meekly moves your body toward the bed. He hopes you’ll get the hint since he doesn’t know if he has the courage at this moment to ask you for what he wants.
But he knows exactly what he wants.
He’s had urges for years now. He’s thought of this moment for so long, but it had always seemed like some far away dream that would never actually happen. But now that you’re here, so willing and so happy to please, he feels that he needs to take his chance now. He needs to grab onto this opportunity and let his body do what it had been screaming at him to do all of these years.
You lay down on the bed, but that isn’t enough for him. He turns you around on your stomach silently and raises your hips into the air, and of course, you happily oblige the pent-up man. He stares in wonder as you drip from your core. His cock twitches and he swears that he never knew it was possible to feel so much lust in his veins.
He steps forward and places his large hands on your hips, his cock leading the way as it nears the one place it desperately wants to be. Just a few more inches and he would finally know what it feels like to be seated deep inside of somebody. The thing he’s spent so long imagining, the one thing he scolded himself for thinking about when he knew that he should have been focusing on training or bettering his skills.
But he’s only human, after all. And he can only control his urges so much. His hand during the late hours of the night every couple of weeks or so could never truly suffice. And now that you’re here, warm and dripping and ready to be filled–by him of all people–he feels that he may be dreaming again.
“I-Is this… okay?” He somehow manages to get out through eager, hushed breaths. It’s odd, he thinks. He’s normally very confident and cheerful. But you have done something to him. He feels desperation flood his veins, he feels it fill every part of his body.
“I’m waiting,” you respond in a sing-songy voice, wiggling your hips a bit.
He swallows dryly and moves closer. One more inch and his tip would know what it feels like to touch another person’s wet heat. His cock that had only ever been covered by his hand would be surrounded by your warmth, it would be covered in your slick. And that thought alone makes his cock twitch, his length slightly bobbing from the movement. His fingers dig deeper into your skin and he pushes forward.
The tip of his cock inches into your heat and he lets out a shallow breath. It’s tight. And it’s so… warm. He stills for a second before slowly moving in all of the way, stopping only when his pelvic bone meets the soft flesh of your ass.
It’s nothing like what he imagined. It’s infinitely better.
The muscles in his arms tense and his hands hold the sides of your hips tighter. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to relish this feeling, to try and memorize how heavenly it feels to have part of his body engulfed in another person’s soft warmth. He’s never felt so comfortable in all of his life before. The softest beds and the warmest clothes could never compare to how it feels being fully seated in you.
Releasing one last breath, he opens his eyes and they are a wild sight. He’s had a small taste, and now he knows that his body needs more. He swiftly pulls away from your body, his cock almost falling out before he then pushes himself back in. Heated tingles run along his length and a small groan slips from his lips. He does it again. And again. And again. And then, all of a sudden, he isn’t able to stop. This feeling is too much.
His lower abdomen tenses with every fast thrust of his hips, his cock driving in and out of you as if with a mind of its own. He now understands all of the comments, all of the jokes, all of the talk about why people enjoy sex so much. Tengen had always been going on and on about it. He would try not to listen because of how lewd it was, but would fail every time. He never understood.
But now he does.
He’s always considered himself to be a kind, well-mannered man. But it’s as though he’s become somebody else. It’s as though something wild inside of him has taken over. Something ingrained into his very being–something fiery and passionate–has come to take you. It has come to make you lay down and be submissive to him. It has come to make you his.
He feels like a beast as he mounts you and repeatedly drives his cock in and out of you; as though he were an animal and his primal instincts have taken over. Something inside of him is telling him that he needs to do this to you. Something inside of him is blinding him and filling his head with a haze, telling him that he needs to put a healthy amount of his cum deep inside of you.
He always wants to feel like this. He always wants to feel like this. He always wants to feel like–
An explosive pleasure suddenly takes over and he feels his cum drain from his body and shoot out from his tip. His hands desperately hold on to your hips as his cock twitches, shooting warm spurts of cum deep inside of you.
He lets out one last lengthy groan, feeling the pleasure begin to dissolve, before opening his eyes and taking in his surroundings. His heavy breathing fills the otherwise quiet room and he feels himself beginning to regain his composure. What had just happened to him, he wonders. He definitely wasn’t himself.
“Well, that was fast,” you speak up, distracting him from his thoughts.
“I’m sorry, my lady?” He knits his brows together as he continues to breathe heavy.
“I had wondered what this would be like and it was just fast, is all,” you look back at him, feeling his cum begin to drip out of you as he reluctantly pulls out.
“I-I’m sorry. Was that not pleasurable for you, too?” Worry tinges his voice as he looks at you with concern in his eyes.
“No, it definitely was. It just takes a bit longer for me to reach my peak, that’s all. Don’t worry,” you smile at him, hoping to calm his nerves a bit.
“Well… how can I assist you in… reaching your… “peak”?” He asks innocently and you raise your brow at him.
“You really have never pleasured a lady before, have you? It’s no easy feat, you know,” the corner of your mouth lifts into a small smirk as you tease him.
“I can assure you that I’m a fast learner,” he replies genuinely as his breathing begins to calm a bit, his earnest tone and eager expression now warming your heart. “If you are willing to show me, I am willing to learn. Not only that, I’ll go above and beyond your expectations,” he says excitedly with a smile.
“You sure you can keep that promise?” You raise a brow at him.
“Ha, of course! I have slayed many demons, I have overcome many obstacles! Surely, I can do this.”
“Okay… then I want you to clean me up,” you turn around and lay on your back, spreading your legs for him to see the mess that he’s made. He stares at your heat, his fiery eyes staring unabashedly. “With your tongue, that is.”
He whips his head up and stares into your eyes, his mouth opening as he questions whether he heard you correctly or not. “With my…? Wouldn’t you prefer a soft cloth?” He questions.
“It’ll feel better with your tongue,” you reach a hand down slowly and begin to smear his pearly cum all over your folds, watching as he stares at your movements, a small blush appearing on his face as he blinks and nods his head slowly.
“Y-yes, okay,” he kneels down on the bed, eyes never tearing from your heat. “If that is what you wish.”
He inches his face closer to your heat, looking at the mess and feeling almost a bit guilty at the state that he’s left you in. He moves his head a bit closer before pausing and looking up at you, almost as though waiting for you to say it was okay.
“Go ahead,” you say. “Please.”
He hears slight anticipation in your voice and he wonders if this is how he would help you reach your “peak”. He leans in and gives a tentative lick up your folds. Some of his cum, as well as your slick, gathers on his tongue and he swallows, brows knitting together as he tries to decipher the taste. He’s never tasted anything like it before, but all he knows is that he likes it. He gives another lick and then another and then another–
And then he hears a moan escape your lips.
He pauses his movements and his head shoots up, his eyes widening as he realizes you like the feeling of him licking you like this.
“Why’d you stop?” You look down at him, pouting.
“This feels good to you?” He questions with genuine curiosity.
“Yes! Now please continue,” you pout again, reaching your hand down and taking a fistful of his hair, gently pushing him toward your heat.
“Haha! What a feisty one, you are!” He exclaims with amusement before happily giving you what you desire.
He pushes his tongue against your folds with more pressure this time, using his strong muscle to swipe upward with more strength and feeling encouraged when he hears you moan above him again.
“Yes, just like that– and pay more attention to the part at the top,” you direct him with eyes closed, feeling heat begin to pool in your lower abdomen again.
But then he stops.
“Why at the top, if I may ask?” He questions and you sigh.
“Because that is where my clit is.”
“Clit?”
“Wow, you really don’t know anything, do you?” You mumble under your breath, hoping that he doesn’t hear it. “Yes, this,” you say louder, grabbing one of his fingers and placing it to your clit, “this little thing right here, it feels really good when you give it lots of attention, okay?”
“Got it!” He exclaims before leaning down and passionately sucking on your clit, making you cry out loudly. The sudden strong sensation is like being knocked backwards, and even though it’s a surprise, god, it’s a welcome one. You can feel how close you are and you swear that if he stopped now to ask another question, you would scream. But he doesn’t. No, he pulls your clit into his mouth and gives it several little heated licks, sucking and licking and giving it extra attention just like you had instructed him to.
“Yes! Now put two fingers inside of me,” you eagerly cry out. “Just like you did with your cock, move them just like you did before,” your voice sounds strained as you begin to feel delirious from the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue.
Thankfully, he does just as he’s told without questioning why and positions his fingers at your entrance, pushing them in just as he had earlier with his cock. He drives them in and out of you; the motion coupled with his tongue’s movements making your body feel on fire. He feels amused and excited as he hears eager sounds leave your lips, your hips beginning to move around as he continues doing exactly what you had told him to do.
“Keep going,” you yell desperately. “Don’t you dare stop,” you groan loudly. “Keep going, keep going, keep going–”
You cry out, feeling something inside of you snap as your veins flood with white-hot pleasure, his strong tongue and thick fingers working together to send a wave of electricity throughout your body. You let it wash over you. You relish in the feeling. You try to memorize every sensation from his tongue and every movement of his fingers before the pleasure starts to dissolve in your veins and you begin to come down from your high.
It seems that he’s taken your instructions too literally, however, as he continues his feverish movements, not catching on to the fact that he was now starting to overstimulate you.
“That’s–ahh!–that’s enough, Rengoku,” you pull at his hair lightly. “No more!” You plead as he effectively stops and looks up at you with brows knitted together.
“Does it not feel good anymore? Am I doing something wrong?” He asks worriedly.
“No, no,” you say through heavy breaths. “That felt really good. But continuing after you reach your peak can sometimes feel like too much,” you say through exhausted lips, falling back to the mattress as you try to catch your breath.
After a few moments, you hear his familiar earnest voice speak out, “So, I did good then?”
“Yes,” you sigh dreamily. “You did very good.”
“So then, we can perhaps continue after you’ve had some time to recover?” He asks eagerly. You knit your brows together at his words before looking over at him.
“Continue?”
You look from the happy smile on his face down to his cock that’s already fully hard again, precum beginning to dribble down the length of it as he sits on his haunches.
“Oh,” you comment, feeling a pang of warmth hit you again as you take in the sight. “Yeah,” you breathe out, “yeah, we can continue.”
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“Pfft what? You have mommy issues or something?” Y/N said as they laugh at the joking comment they just made.
“What?! No! Of course not firefly! That absurd! My mother was surely absent after her death of course but I don’t have any of such thing little flame!” Rengoku let out loudly as his hair fires up in pride. Very confident I must say.
“Well… if you say so…” y/n lets out as they quickly wrap Kyojuro in their arms placing his head on your chest as y/n rubs his back slowly. “Kyo… you’re such a good boy…”
Kyojuro’s eyes widen even more as his body flinches a bit from y/n’s words then he quickly buries his face into you some more to hide his embarrassed face. Y/N felt it and they giggled “Oh? What’s wrong Kyojuro? Are you alright?”
Ooh you know what you were doing… don’t play dumb.
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THE SWEET FAR THING (TEASER)
Knight!Kyojuro x F!Royal!Reader
Kyojuro my beloved, it is your time to shine again.
Have a sneak peek from my Royal AU featuring one of mt favorite tropes — sworn protector/guard x royal.
Obviously this will be super NSFW, who do y’all think I am.
CW: suggestive/horny content ahead.
Scene context: angy Knight Rengoku slips into your chambers late at night following a failed coup attempt.
He’s angry and you know why — you’d directly disobeyed his orders and launched yourself headfirst into the chaos which erupted in the Great Hall.
His presence in your rooms is daunting; a dark anger ripples off him like waves of heat roll off stone in the summer, and yet he says not a word as he slowly stalks toward where you stand near the edge of your bed.
A predator stalking his prey.
Only when the tips of his boots meet the toes of your slippers, only when you feel the blustering heat rolling off his body and enveloping you within its suffocating warmth, does Sir Rengoku open his mouth.
“Where.” It is all he says, his voice low and rich. His eyes are twin pools of molten ore, but even now, you can see the rage simmering within their ochre depths.
“Where.” He repeats, though his tone is harsher.
“‘Where what, Sir Rengoku?” Your voice is as soft as the shadows cast around the walls of your chambers by the flames crackling merrily in your hearth.
A muscle feathers in his jaw. “Your wounds,” his face twists as though the very thought of any harm befalling you is offensive. “Where are they.”
It is not a question, but a demand; one that you know spells trouble if you should answer truthfully.
Trouble that piques your interest nonetheless; one that stokes a curiosity within you that you know is dangerous.
You pursue it anyways. “I am unharmed.”
The knight’s mouth curls into a snarl at the obviousness of your lie. “That is not what the healer claimed.”
“What good is the word of a healer against the crown?” Defiance rears its head within you, eager to both rise to his challenge and to see exactly how far you can push him. “Is my word not law?”
Rengoku scoffs as he steps closer, his leg slotting between your thighs and forcing you to lean back into tour bed frame for support. “It may be so,” he admits, though the fury in his eyes make no such concessions. “But empires built on baseless laws are inevitably doomed to fall.”
“Meaning?”
The Knight’s eyes flash. “Your words are horseshit and you know it.”
He’s right and but you’ll be damned before you admit it.
“You overstep,” the bite of your glare is belied by the way you’re forced to shift your weight awkwardly from foot to foot, as you try your best not to think about the burning press of his thigh between yours. “Now kindly remove yourself from my chambers.”
Rengoku makes no effort to move and his obstinacy thrills you.
Instead, his hands rise to the front tie of your dressing gown and begin tugging, slowly undoing the haphazard knot you’d fastened in your haste to make yourself decent.
Your fleeting moment of triumph is chased away by the breath which lodges in your throat.
“What are you doing?”
Your knight — your fiery, loyal, compassionate yet utterly insufferable knight — slides a single hand between the parted folds of your robe, coming to rest on the dip of your waist covered only by the thing fabric of your nightgown.
The weight of his palm feels like a brand against your skin. “Since you refuse to be forthright about the extent of your injuries,” Rengoku says, pushing the robe away from your shoulders. “I shall have to take inventory of them myself.”
Your dressing gown drops to the bed behind you before sliding to the floor to puddle around your feet. Wordlessly, Rengoku steps away just enough to kneel before you, though his eyes remain locked with yours.
You are wading into treacherous waters, and you know you are without any raft or life preserver which could keep you afloat.
“I shall scream,” you warn, though you do not mean it; not really. You intend only to give him an out, a means to come back to his senses before the blazing heat of his stare consumes you both. “I shall alert the rest of the palace guard.”
His fingers skim up the length of your shin, a phantom caress that is a mockery of how you truly wish for him to touch you.
“My duty is to guard the Crown and ensure no harm befalls it, your Majesty,” Rengoku’s breath follows the path carved by his hands up your legs. He pauses at the knee-length hemline of your nightgown, his chin resting against the slight bend in your leg.
It nearly frightens you how much you adore seeing him on his knees, peering up at you like you are the embodiment of salvation itself.
“So by all means, call forth the Guard,” the Knight’s fingers slowly push below the hem of your nightdress, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Call forth every living creature within the palace, for all I care. They will see only the Princess’s Knight, carrying out his sworn duties and managing her every need.”
Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as Rengoku’s fingers tease higher and higher up your thigh. “And what are my needs, Sir Rengoku?”
Your flame-haired protector only hums. “To have your wounds tended to, for starters,” and it takes everything in you not to let your head fall back with a cry as Rengoku presses a single, chaste kiss just above your knee.
But the sweetness of the gesture is undercut by the darkness of his gaze. “And to be punished for directly defying the orders of your Guard.”
yes daddy punish me —
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kyojuro rengoku#kny#kny x reader#kny fanfic#kny rengoku#kny kyojuro#kny smut#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer smut#kny fic#demon slayer fanfic
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he's taking you on a train rockin' trip to umaitown, where the gravitational force of his flame breathing warps the laws of space and time! peace, love, and sweet potatoes! ✌️🔥
version with sunglasses under the cut! and i would also like to rec u one of my fave renkaza fics, it's a modern au where akaza is a tattoo artist and kyou works at a youth centre and inosuke calls kyou "flavortown" lol :')
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Forever Yours
before i drop this here and run away, i just want to say that i welcome anyone who follows me because you enjoy my writing, but please keep in mind that this is far outside of what i usually write, so if you're following expecting a lot more of this, you're going to be disappointed. everything i've written here besides this is sfw, so. you've been informed. don't get mad at me for expecting something i told you not to expect. anyways, enjoy this!
read on ao3 here | wc: ~5.1k | cw: omegaverse, omega/afab reader, alpha kyojuro, established relationship, mating cycles (reader's in heat), knotting, mating bites, unprotected piv sex, vaginal fingering, implied chubby reader. minors do not interact.
No matter how many times he assured you it was fine, that he wanted you there, you didn’t think you’d ever get used to spending your heats with Kyojuro.
You’d been dating for over a year at this point, but you’d only had half a dozen heats at most since then, probably less. Your heats had been irregular ever since you presented, but multiple doctors had assured you it wasn’t anything to be seriously concerned about, so you did your best not to worry about it.
The first heat you had after you started dating had started in the middle of the night, when the two of you were supposed to watch the sunrise together in the morning. You’d immediately texted him, saying vaguely that you didn’t feel well and that you’d have to take a rain check on the sunrise, though it made you sad to do so.
Much to your surprise, he had still shown up at your agreed upon time for your date, but instead of flowers he’d had shopping bags in his hands. He didn’t even seem upset that you hadn’t specifically told him you were in heat, just more concerned that you might not have everything you needed to get through it. You could tell he wanted to stay with you through it, but since you hadn’t invited him to, he didn’t ask, only promising that he was a phone call away if you needed him.
You made it less than forty-eight hours before you were calling him, asking if you could stay with him through it. He’d dropped everything to pick you up from your apartment and bring you back to his own.
After that it was an unspoken agreement that you spent all of your heats with him at his apartment.
Even having done this before, even knowing that nothing you did to make yourself more comfortable in his space could make him upset with you, nesting at his apartment still made you nervous. The first time you’d built a nest in his apartment, you’d done it in a closet, not wanting it to be in his way or disrupt his life any more than you already were. He’d told you he was honored you felt safe enough to nest in his apartment, but there was a sadness in his voice and on his face he hadn’t been able to disguise. In your delicate state, you’d wildly misunderstood the reason for his sadness, and had begun to cry, apologizing for taking up space that wasn’t yours. He’d spent a long time after that assuring you that you hadn’t done anything wrong, and that the only reason he was sad was because he’d hoped you’d nest somewhere he could join you, or at least keep a better eye on you.
Progress had been slow, but every time your nest migrated to a more open spot, he seemed to get happier and happier. You hoped that trend would continue, because this time the only place your Omega instincts would accept as a nesting spot was his bed.
You’d kept it small, as much as it pained you to do so: just a few extra blankets, the extra pillows from his closet, and a hoodie of his you’d slipped into. The clothing was thick, almost too warm with your rising body temperature, but it smelled like him, and you needed that to help calm you until he got home from work.
Almost as if your thoughts had summoned him, you heard his keys in the front door, and you sat up in your nest, anxiously gripping the blanket in your lap. What if he hated it? you fretted internally. What if he’s angry I used his bed? What if—
Your anxious thoughts were stopped in their tracks when you heard him call your name, his voice full of warmth and love and tenderness, just like it always was during your heats. You didn’t call back, the words sticking in your throat, but you knew it wouldn’t take him long to find you; your scent had begun to fill the apartment a few hours before, though you’d done your best not to let it get too overwhelming outside of his room.
Within a minute his footsteps approached and his head peeked around the door. Your heart leapt into your throat then, convinced he’d see your nest in his bed and become upset, asking you to take it apart. Instead, you watched as he took you in for a moment, then seemed to realize what you’d turned his bed into, and he broke out into a bright grin.
He closed the distance between you in just a few steps, and he cradled your face in his hands for a moment before he kissed you.
“You’re not upset?” you asked, once he’d finally given you a chance to breathe.
“Upset?” Kyojuro asked, clearly surprised by your words. “Baby, I’ve been waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to nest in my bed for months. How could I possibly be upset?”
Tears pricked at your eyes at his words, and all you could do was turn your head slightly into his touch, pressing a featherlight kiss to the inside of his wrist.
“My only concern is the size, though,” he added after a moment, stroking your cheek with his thumb to get your attention again.
Just like the first time, you misunderstood his meaning. “O-oh, okay,” you said quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I can make it smaller, move it to my side of the bed. You don’t have to, uh. Have to share it with me.” Your voice grew softer as you spoke, barely a whisper as the last few words left your lips. You had hoped he’d cuddle you in the nest for as long as you could take it — maybe even fuck you in it later, your inner Omega suggested hopefully — but clearly he didn’t want that, and the last thing you wanted was to impose.
“No, little flame, don’t be silly,” he chided, his fiery eyes shining as he looked at you. “I just meant it looks a little sparse, your last few have been cozier than this. Are you sure it’s to your satisfaction?”
You stared at him for a moment, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “…no,” you admitted after a moment. “I just…didn’t want to take over your space like that.”
“It’s yours to take over,” he assured you, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of your nose before finally releasing you. “Come on, I’ll help you bulk it up.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, and all you could do was nod, allowing him to take your hand and pull you up from the bed, forgetting until you were standing in front of him that you wore nothing but his hoodie and your panties.
His eyes flashed briefly at the sight, but all he did was smile. “You look comfy like that,” he said simply, giving your hand a squeeze before leading you into the laundry room. A basket full of his clean clothes sat by the door, and he easily scooped it up, carrying it back to his room. “Pick whatever you want out of there,” he encouraged. “I’m going to find every single blanket in this apartment for you, and if you want more I’ll drive to the store and buy the softest ones they have.”
A small giggle escaped you at his words, and you shook your head slightly at him. “That’s not necessary,” you assured him. “As long as it smells like you I’ll be happy.”
Reinforcing the nest didn’t take long, especially with Kyojuro there to help, following your every instruction about where to put the blankets and how best to arrange them to help the nest keep its shape. You incorporated every shirt, hoodie, and pair of pajama pants from the basket of his clothes into the nest, leaving out only the jeans and boxers.
“It looks beautiful, baby,” he murmured, after you’d finished your work. “Do you want to lay down in it now?”
You nodded eagerly at his words, your inner omega preening as he praised your nest. Upon his insistence, you climbed in first, settling down near the center. Once you were comfortable, you looked over at him with your best puppy eyes and reached out for him. “Cuddles?” you pleaded, blinking slowly at him the way you knew always worked.
“Anything you want,” he agreed, shucking off the jeans he was wearing before he crawled up the bed to your side, smiling at you all the while. “I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, holding you close once he’d reached you.
“For what?” you asked, a bit confused.
“For building your nest in my bed. For being honest and telling me you weren’t happy with the state of it when I asked, and for letting me help you make it better for you.”
The blush in your cheeks was impossible to hide, especially with the way it crawled up your ears and down your chest a bit. “Oh…” was all you could manage for a moment, his praises making you feel almost dizzy. “Thank you for helping me put it together. You didn’t have to do that.”
“But I wanted to,” he promised, nuzzling his nose lightly against your own; he wasn’t quite scent marking you, but it was reassuring all the same. “I’d do anything for you,” he added, almost to himself, and your blush intensified, making you feel as if you could burst into flames right then and there.
Not knowing what to say, you cuddled further into him, fingers tangling in the shirt he wore and pressing your cheek against his for a moment. “Could we watch a movie?” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, but he was so focused on you that he caught your words easily.
“What do you want to watch?” Kyojuro turned away from you slightly to grab the remote for his TV from the nightstand, but even with as short as the distance between you was, you whined softly. He chuckled softly at the sound, quickly returning to his position, squishing you against him and peppering your cheeks with kisses.
“You pick,” you told him, relaxing once he had you in his arms again. Honestly, you didn’t really care what you watched; you just wanted some background noise to help you sleep. You were exhausted, and though you hadn’t said anything, you were sure your boyfriend could tell.
A soft kiss dropped to your forehead after you spoke, and you watched as he turned on the TV, clicking around a bit until he landed on a period drama; your inner Omega cheered when you realized it was one of your favorites.
The feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your back had you melting into him in seconds, practically purring in satisfaction. Before you could fully sink into sleep or your heat-driven headspace, you forced yourself to pull away from him enough to look up into his face. “Hey Kyo?”
“What is it, little flame?” he asked, his eyes soft as he smiled down at you.
The nickname sent a little shiver down your spine, but you ignored it for now; what you needed to tell him was important. “I want you to claim me this time.”
The alpha in your arms seemed to freeze then, and you suddenly worried you’d crossed the line. The two of you had never technically had a conversation about the subject, but it had always felt like the obvious next step in your relationship; you’d never felt the same way about anyone else, and you couldn’t imagine a future without him.
“Are you sure?” he asked after a few moments, brushing a stray hair away from your eyes. “That’s a big commitment.” He watched you closely as he spoke, trying to gauge your reaction.
You nodded eagerly at his words. “I’m sure,” you promised. “I’ve felt the way you hold back during my heats and your ruts. I really want your mark this time. I needed to tell you before I got too lost in the hormones, in case you didn’t think I meant it.”
Any anxiety you might’ve felt about the situation melted away as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands cradling your face so lovingly it almost hurt.
“I want it too,” he murmured against your lips, kissing you again softly. “I’ll mark you this time. I love you,” he promised, pressing his forehead gently to yours.
“I love you too,” you breathed out, relief washing over you at the knowledge that you were on the same page. You snuggled further into him, burying your face into his neck and seeking out his scent gland. A purr rumbled in his chest at the touch, and it made you melt.
“Get some sleep,” he encouraged, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head while the other squeezed your side gently. “I know this week is gonna wear you out, you’ll need all the rest you can get.”
That was all the encouragement you needed, purring against his skin as you finally drifted off, tucked close into his warmth.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep, but when you woke up you were sweating, suddenly feeling suffocated in the hoodie you’d put on earlier. You wriggled out of it as quickly as you could, tossing it to one side of your nest. Unfortunately, freeing yourself from the stifling garment didn’t bring the relief you’d hoped for, and you whined.
After a moment, you realized you were alone in the nest, and you sat up, turning towards the door. “Kyo?” you called out, not quite sure where he would be; he didn’t leave your side much during your heats, so waking up alone during them was uncommon.
Thankfully, he was back at your side in less than a minute, placing a bottle of gatorade – your favorite flavor, of course – and a snack on the bedside table. “Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, crawling into the bed with you again, kissing your forehead. “Just went to get a couple things for you. Could smell your heat setting in while you were still asleep.”
You nodded dumbly at his words, leaning into his touch as he pulled you close. You sought out his scent gland again, pressing your nose into it and taking a deep breath. The smell of him was heady, spices and woodsmoke filling your senses and making your mouth water slightly. You shifted your position slightly, pushing yourself up on your knees a bit to rub your cheek against his scent gland, eyes closed all the while.
A low sound rumbled in his chest, and he wrapped his arms more securely around you, letting you get as much of his scent as you wanted. One hand rubbed your back softly as he held you, the other trailing down a little lower, grabbing at the meat of your thigh and relishing in the way it squished a bit in his hand; he’d always been fond of your softness, saying your squishiness and stretch marks were his favorite parts of you. He’d figured out early on in your relationship that you sometimes felt self conscious about your weight, even to the point of watching what you ate around him, but he had promised you countless times that your weight didn’t matter to him; he just loved you.
A soft gasp escaped you as he gripped your thigh, and your hold on him tightened slightly. It was at that point that you fully realized he had removed his shirt at some point, leaving him in just his boxers. The feeling of his warm skin – he had always run a bit warm – pressed against your flushed body had a purr escaping you, loud and happy, your hips rolling into him slightly, the action completely involuntary.
Kyojuro bit his lip as you moved against him, stifling the moan that rose in his chest. “Baby,” he murmured, after he’d gotten himself under control again. You didn’t react, seeming not to have heard his voice, so he tried again, this time pulling you away from his neck. “My love,” he murmured, a gentle smile on his face as he looked into your eyes. “Can you tell me what you need? I don’t want to assume anything or do something you’re not ready for yet.”
You whined softly as he pulled you away from where you’d been scenting him, but the weight of his hands at the back of your neck and on your hip kept you grounded there with him. Mind already beginning to grow a bit hazy, you had to take a moment to formulate an answer. “Touch me,” you replied, the words much breathier and pleading than you had intended.
His smile turned a bit more knowing at that, his smile quirking up into a slight smirk. “Alright, I can do that. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” His words were gentle as reassuring as his hand left your hip and trailed down between your legs. He couldn’t stop the moan that left his lips this time, the feeling of your slick soaked panties making him feel a bit feral. “So wet already,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “C’mon, lift up for me. Gonna take these off, ‘kay?” he asked, meeting your eyes again and tugging lightly at the waistband of your underwear.
You nodded at his request, lifting yourself off of him, whimpering slightly at the loss of contact with him, though soon you’d helped him get your panties down your legs, the clothing tossed to some unknown corner of the room.
“Gonna start with my fingers,” the fiery haired man said, bringing you back to settle on his lap for the time being.
You nodded again at his words, more eager this time, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand made its way between your legs. Normally you would’ve been embarrassed at the way slick was beginning to drip from your pussy, but right now you were so desperate for him to touch you that you didn’t care.
As his fingers finally brushed against your folds, you gasped, clinging to him a bit tighter without thinking about it. His touch was gentle at first, but when he found your clit he pressed his thumb to it, he began rubbing it in firm circles that made you whimper so pretty for him. “Kyo, please,” you pleaded quietly. “Need more.”
“I got you,” he soothed, kissing your temple before pushing a finger into your entrance. He pumped it a few times, though when he met with no resistance he easily pushed in a second. His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling on every few thrusts, his thumb still steady in its movement on your clit.
Your arms tightened slightly around his neck as he started touching you more, panting against his skin and letting out little moans every time his fingertips brushed against your sweet spot. After a few minutes of that, your hips rocking into his hand slightly to meet his thrusts, he pressed a third finger into you, the stretch causing your eyes to roll back into your head. It was nothing compared to his knot, you knew that, but it still felt sinfully good the way the digits pumped in and out of your cunt, movements aided by the amount of slick leaking from you.
Eventually your thighs began to tremble, and you buried your face further into his neck. “Feels s’good,” you whimpered into his neck. Your hips still rocked down into his hand, eagerly meeting his thrusts and adding to the stimulation of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
“Yeah?” he asked softly, the hand not currently buried in your cunt rubbing up and down your thigh, almost as if to soothe you. “You gonna come on my fingers like this?” His words held no teasing whatsoever, only love and affection; all he wanted to do was make you feel good, so hearing that you were enjoying his touches made his internal Alpha swell with pride.
“Want to,” you whined, rocking your hips down a bit harder than before. A breathy moan escaped your lips then, and before you had fully realized what was happening, your lips were captured in a warm, affectionate kiss.
“You can do it,” Kyojuro praised, after he broke the kiss. He began to curl his fingers into your most sensitive spot with every thrust, his thumb moving more quickly on your clit. “C’mon, baby, come for me. Wanna make you feel good.”
His words seemed to flip a switch inside you, and you came with a cry, hiding your face and sinking your teeth lightly into the curve of his shoulder; you wanted to mark him, but some part of you was holding back, wanting him to claim you first, leave his mark on you and show how much he wanted you.
He couldn’t have stopped the grin that crept across his face if he’d wanted to, feeling very self-satisfied at the way you fell apart for him, so well and so easily. The hand on your thigh slid up your back, pressing you closer into him as he worked you carefully through your high and let you catch your breath. “How do you feel?” He asked after a few moments, nuzzling lightly at your cheek until you opened your eyes to look up at him.
“Feel hot,” you answered honestly, and you could feel yourself slipping fully into your heat. “Need you, Kyo. Need your knot, please, need it so bad.” You were practically babbling at this point, and he shushed you with a gentle kiss.
“Alright, little flame, alright. I’ve got you,” the alpha soothed, sliding his fingers out of you to maneuver you onto your back in the middle of your nest.
A pathetic whine escaped your lips as he separated from you, and you reached out for him weakly, brows furrowed as your pussy clenched around nothing. “Please,” you whimpered, eyes slightly glassy as you looked up at him.
Kyojuro only separated from you long enough to pull his boxers down and kick them off, though as soon as that was done he was leaning into you again, fingers slipping between your legs again and rubbing up and down your soaked folds. “I’m right here,” he soothed, smiling gently down at you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
The touch settled you a bit, and a slight smile tugged at your lips when he kissed your forehead. Your eyes slipped closed as he began to trail kisses down the side of your face to your neck, where he buried his face into your scent gland, taking a deep breath of your scent: black tea, honey, and the tiniest hint of mint enveloped him, and he dragged his tongue across the spot, drawing a shudder from you. Your fingers tangled in his hair at the touch, and you tugged, trying to get his attention again. “Please, Kyo, need you to fill me up, need your knot.”
Your words made him groan against your skin, and he pulled away from your neck to look down into your eyes. “Okay, baby. Okay,” was all he said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before he took his length in his hand, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing in. His length slid in with ease, meeting no resistance until he was seated fully inside you.
The two of you moaned in unison once he was inside you, and you had to close your eyes for a moment as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. He scattered kisses across your chest as he waited for permission to move, not wanting to overwhelm you at any point during this, regardless of how much he may have wanted to just start pounding you into the mattress; this wasn’t about him, after all, it was about making sure you were satisfied and taken care of.
After a few moments, you opened your eyes again, looking down at where you could still feel his lips against the skin of your chest, and you trailed your fingers gently along the curve of his jaw. Once he’d tilted his head to meet your eyes, you gave him a small nod, shifting your hips slightly to assure him you were ready.
The alpha smiled warmly as you let him know you were ready for him to move, and he shifted up slightly to capture your lips in a soft, loving kiss as he pulled his hips back, relishing in the way you sighed against his lips as he sank back into you. His pace was slow at first, far more focused on how deep he could reach than on how fast he could fuck into you. When you sank your fingers into his hair and tugged, though, a small growl slipped from his lips, and his pace quickened.
A moan escaped you as Kyojuro began to thrust into you harder than before, rolling his hips against you at the end of every thrust, the movement grinding his pubic bone into your clit in a way that had your toes curling. “Kyo,” you whimpered, nuzzling against his cheek. “Need more, please.” Your voice was soft, and if you hadn’t been pressed so close together, he might have missed it.
“Yeah?” the fiery haired man panted, nuzzling you back lightly. “All you had to do was ask, baby.” With that, he adjusted his position, pushing himself up slightly on his knees for a moment as he gathered your legs in his hands, squeezing the plush of your things as he guided your legs around his waist. Once he was satisfied with the new position, he smiled down at you again, though now his expression was a bit more predatory, like he was ready to devour you. Without another word, he leaned in again, pressing a searing kiss to your lips as he began to fuck you even harder, even faster than he had been, now chasing his own pleasure as well as yours.
A high-pitched moan had you breaking the kiss long before you wanted to, but his lips never quite left your skin, mouthing across your jaw and down your neck, licking and sucking and nibbling as he went. When he reached your scent gland, he sealed his mouth over it, grazing his teeth lightly over it. The action made you tighten around him, and he groaned, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs.
“Fuck, baby, feel so good, all for me,” he mumbled into your skin, one of his hands leaving your thigh to reach up and pinch your nipple between his fingers, tugging on it once before releasing it, smirking slightly at the way it made you squirm.
“Only for you,” you cried out in response to his words, your grip on his hair tightening. “Please, Kyo, need your knot, please.” You clenched around him, already able to feel the swell at the base of his cock catch at your entrance every few thrusts. “Want you to claim me, wanna be yours.”
He swore under his breath, pressing his body closer to yours as he fucked relentlessly into your dripping cunt. “You want me that bad? Want me to fill you up? Want me to mark you so everyone knows you’re taken?”
“Yes!” you practically wailed, tears beginning to well in the corners of your eyes. “Fuck, please, Alpha, want it so bad, need it.” You were bordering on incoherent at this point, the knot in your stomach tightening with every slap of his skin against yours.
“Then cum for me, Omega. Show me how bad you want it.”
His words were enough to tip you over the edge, and you screamed his name as you clamped down on his dick, hips bucking up to meet his as your eyes rolled back in your head.
Kyojuro growled at the feeling, only managing to thrust a few more times before his knot swelled completely, locking the two of you together as he came, pressing as deep into you as he could. As he came, he sank his teeth into your neck, biting down on your scent gland until he tasted blood, his internal Alpha cheering as he finally marked you as his.
Your nails dug into his scalp as his knot locked the two of you together, and you swore you could feel his cum shooting straight into your womb, filling you until you couldn’t possibly hold any more. When you felt his teeth sink into your throat, your vision went white, your whole body shuddering into another small orgasm, every muscle in your body going taut until he finally released your neck.
He pulled away after a few moments to admire his work, grinning slightly at the sight of his mark on your neck. He dropped his mouth to the spot again, though this time he laved his tongue over the wound, soothing the spot as best he could in that moment. Unbeknownst to him, he’d started purring against you as he dropped his weight onto you, the sound rumbling deep in his chest and causing you to relax a bit.
Slowly, your mind came back to your body, and you couldn’t help the dopey grin that settled on your lips. Your hold on his hair loosened, your hands now sliding down to his back hugging him to yourself as you began to purr as well. “...Can I mark you?” you asked after a few minutes, nuzzling against his neck, scent marking him even though you knew your scent was all over him already.
“Of course you can, little flame. Gotta make sure we match, hm?” He tilted his head to the side as he spoke, offering you complete access to his neck.
Your expression brightened slightly at his words, and after pressing a soft kiss to his neck, you sank your teeth into his scent gland, sealing him to you, just as his bite had sealed you to him.
He gave an involuntary thrust of his hips as you bit him, and he felt more than heard your gasp as he released another spurt of cum into your cunt. Turning his head to face you again, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, almost as if in apology. Attentive partner that he was, he immediately noticed the way your eyelids began to droop shut, and he smiled softly. “Get some rest, love,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair away from your sweat-sticky forehead when he saw you fighting sleep. “I’ll be right here to keep taking care of you when you wake up.”
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Kyojuro's first
He's weak
"Don't close your eyes, baby, look at me," you said softly cupping Kyojuro's cheek. He had a bright blush on his face, eyes previously clenched shut opening slowly. He could hardly look at your kind expression without nearly passing out. You were so beautiful to him. "Good boy."
Kyojuro let out a high pitched whine at that, making him blush even more. "Pl-please, don't say things like th-that."
You giggled and guided him closer, into your arms - into the cradle of your plush thighs. "If you don't start anytime soon, I'll get cold," you said and leaned in to whisper into his ear teasingly, "Kyo~ju~ro~"
He ground his cock in between your soft and practically dripping pussy lips, groaning quietly at the warmth. It felt incredible to him. Was it even possible to feel this good?
Impatient, your hand stroked him once, twice, before you positioned him at your entrance. "C'mon, you know you want it~" you teased, urging him to finally slide in and fill you up with every delicious inch of him.
"A-alright," he breathed out shakily, slowly pushing the tip in, your hand letting go of his cock as you moaned at the feeling. Even the tip felt heavenly.
"Please, more-" you begged needily.
Despite it being his first time, he was determined to make you feel good, to fill all your expectations of him, and so, he slid inside in one smooth move.
Big mistake.
Kyojuro nearly choked on air; the heat, the softness, the snug fit, the pulsating muscles inside of you - it was all so overwhelming. "Fuuuhk-" he was going to pull out to keep from cumming on the spot, when your ankles locked at the small of his back, keeping him inside for one, two, three seconds and-
He groaned hoarsely, first spurt of his cum coming out quicker than he could react. His hands gripped the sheets by your head with desperation, as if it could save him from wave after wave of pleasure his first orgasm inside brought. He panted like a dog, ashamed at what happened, ducking down and hiding his face in your neck.
"I'm sorry-I'msorry-'msorry-sorrysorrysorry-"
#i nearly named this churro wetter#thanks bri#that fucked up my mind#no header pic because he doesnt deserve one for that performance#im evil#anygays#kyojuro x reader#rengoku kyojuro x reader#rengoku kyojuro#kyojuro#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#smut#desi the blue eyed kakushi#desi the blue eyed bitch#kyojuro drabble#kyojuro fic#kakushino
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LUST • KYOJURO RENGOKU | the seven slutty sins series • part three
you’re his one and only vice..
perv!rengoku, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, phone sex, cum licking/finger sucking, roleplay, infidelity
── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆:
it was embarrassing..truly.
an absolute shame even....but honestly, he couldn’t help himself..he couldn’t help but to run the tip of his finger along the side of his shaft, up to his aching tip that seeped with precum. He couldn’t help but to shudder when he watched you through the window of your home..the one you left open just enough for him to peek through late at night. It was all but inevitable when you stripped down in front of him, peeling layer upon layer off of your body..letting it hit the floor as your beautiful skin because exposed to the cool air. Those supple breasts, plump thighs and perfectly round ass that jiggled with each step. It wasn’t fair..not even a little bit! It wasn’t fair that he was stuck stroking his cock from the sidelines, seeping precum like some hormonal virgin and attempting to stifle his whimpers, instead of being able to pound you from behind as you stood on your tiptoes. Rather than this clenching fist, it should’ve been that tight pussy wrapped around him..squeezing and clamping down as you cried out his name. He was a feign for you, an addict even..he just couldn’t help himself! Kyo was a well kept man who seemed innocuous enough to the rest of the world but behind closed doors..he harbored a dirty little secret. He was an addict! He craved physical contact all the time and when he couldn’t get it, he allowed his imagination to run wild. He got creative..even now, as he watched you through the window, completely undressed..sprawl out on your bed. Legs parted to each side as your fingers glided down your slit. Those pretty brown lips parted to reveal a bright pink center. You were like that of forbidden fruit..tantalizing, sweet yet unattainable. He wanted you desperately, craved you beyond comprehension but all he could do was continue pumping..stroking himself as he watched you join in on the fun. Gliding your tongue across your lips and eventually propping a finger or two inside of your mouth to lubricate them. Tasting the remnants of yourself on the pads. “Fuck..I bet you taste so good, baby..” he knew you saw him. He knew that you were his one object of desire right now so you decided to give him a show. To keep his eyes fixated on you. “Go slow, beautiful..play with it, just like that..” Groping your own tits and pinching the nipples, you’d plunge those digits knuckle deep and whimper his name. Pounding into yourself, wishing it were him. Bucking those hips to meet the thrusts as you imagined it was that big dick of his stretching you out. “I want to stretch you open, (y/n)..wanna make you feel so good, baby..” This was wrong in so many ways…a sin of the utmost caliber but you both loved it! Loved the rush that came along with doing something salacious. Something that neither of you had any business doing.
after all…you were someone else’s. That much apparent by the giant rock glistening from your ring fingering. Even so, it stopped neither of you from crying out and begging for one another because it was only him that could satisfy your body and vice versa. The sounds of your squelching heat ringing out over the speaker of his phone, along with loud moans. Calling him all types of lewd names and all the things you want him to do. They didn’t fall on deaf ears because in a matter of moments, Kyo couldn’t hold back and he couldn’t contain himself. He wanted to fulfill your fantasy more than anything and the thought of that alone was what sent him over the edge. Grunting and cursing as warm beads of pearl colored liquid came gushing over his knuckles. The best nut he’s had in a long time but it can’t be it..he needs more! After all, when lust consumes you, it’s impossible to come out of it. Even when you know it’s morally wrong in every way.
“My husband isn’t home, maybe you should come over and we can really have some fun.”
#cherry’s works ✦⭒#seven slutty sins series#black reader smut#rengoku x black reader#demon slayer smut#rengoku smut#demon slayer x black reader#demon slayer au#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny x black reader#rengoku kyojuro#demon slayer rengoku#rengoku x reader#kyojuro rengoku#rengoku x y/n#demon slayer fic#demon slayer drabble#kny drabble#kny smut#demon slayer kyojuro#kny#kny x y/n#kny x reader#kny au#kny modern au#demon slayer modern au#cw voyeurism#cw sex mention#cw suggestive
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Language barrier
Pairing: Rengoku x gn! y/n
Context: fluff, modern au, Kyojuro is bilingual
A/n: Hello, this is my first time writing something so I hope you’ll like it <3
Thank you @meowzfordayz @neiptune for being the first readers. I’m also tagging @thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch because the 3 of you are my biggest inspo and why I wrote this🌸
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Kyojuro yawned and rubbed his eyes. The book he was holding on to threatened to fall from his hands as he realised it was getting late. The clock showed that it was almost midnight, and he took it as his cue to finally go to sleep. As he was about to turn off the lights, he noticed the figure in bed beside him suddenly stir, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile.
He looked over, but much to his surprise the love of his life was not asleep yet. He quirked a brow in amusement.
You laid silently with one hand on your stomach and the other hovering in the air. Your eyes were closed, but your index finger was moving, slicing into nothing. It looked as if you were drawing something as your finger stroked the air, or perhaps conducting an orchestra. You stopped mid-stroke and muttered under your breath, a curse perhaps. Kyojuro only watched for a solid minute before he shifted and laid closer to you.
“My love? What are you doing? I thought you were asleep.”
“Something bothered me, and I can’t seem to get a grasp on it.”
“Oh?” He kept quiet, urging you to continue as he watched your index finger move up and down in one swift motion. Judging from your tone of voice, you hadn’t been asleep at all.
Your head turned towards him, eyes fluttering open to meet a pair of his bright coloured irises. “I can’t seem to memorise the ‘ha’ column.”
Kyojuro’s smile widened, and his heart feels full. You had been trying to learn his native language for a week now. Although he had told you he did not mind the fact that you don’t speak Japanese, your insistence on learning his mother tongue made his heart soar.
You practiced with him every day, memorising the stroke orders of most common kanji characters and tried to have small conversations with him. He is a wonderful teacher. Despite your lack of knowledge and poor memorisation skills, he was patient and loving and kind through it all. Tonight, when you tried to recap your lessons for today, a column of hiragana characters became scrambled. It had nagged on you and kept you awake.
“Well, that should be easy enough!” His volume rose a bit in excitement. Moving his hand, he interlocked it with yours, the back of your hand facing the both of you.
With the other free hand, his index finger stroked the back of your hand gently.
It formed the character “ は“
“How do you pronounce that?” He questioned, smiling at you.
“ ‘Ha-‘ right?”
“Correct!”
He scribbled on your hand again. This time forming the character “へ“
“he”
“Good job!”
His touch was gentle and comforting, making your eyes droop from relaxation. You decide to close them and let your sense of touch guide you.
This time his scribbling formed the character “ふ”
“fu?” You answered much quieter
“Yes, great job my love.” His volume dropped, sensing the tiredness in your pitch. “What about this?” He wrote down the character “れ“
Your brows furrowed and your eyes opened half-lidded at him.
“That’s not in the ‘ha’ column.”
He chuckled, happy that you remembered what he taught you. “But do you know what it is?”
“It’s ‘re’ like the start of your family name.” You heard a prideful gasp came out of him.
“Wonderful, that’s amazing you remembered.” You could feel him squeezing your hand a bit, warm and gentle, making you feel sleepy once again. You feel like drifting off but kept yourself awake enough as he wrote down the next one. You bit your lip. You know it’s in the ‘ha’ column but you don’t know how it sounded.
“Can you do that again?”
“Of course.”
His index finger traced the back of your hand again, this time much slower and gentler, as If he’s trying to coax you back into relaxing.
“I don’t…know that one.”
“That one is pronounced ho”
“…right..”
The character “ほ” popped up in your mind, and you kept quiet trying to combat the drowsiness and memorise the stroke order you felt.
He went silent for a while. His lack of commentary stirred you awake.
“Kyojuro?”
“Ahh..I thought you went to sleep?” You laughed. “No, not yet, but you writing on my hand is making me sleepy.” He only responded with a thoughtful “hmm”
“Alright, let’s test your kanji.” You sighed, not prepared for the sudden quiz.
“Oh no…I’m going to suck at this.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll use the ones you’ve been learning so far.”
“Alright then...”
His finger moved in skilful motions, stroking right, down, right, right, with precision. He was going slow so you could catch up and make sense of the stroke order. It was difficult but with some concentration you made out that he had written the kanji “描く“ on the back of your hand.
“Ega- ku, -to paint something.”
“Yoku dekita!”
You laughed at his response.
He scribbled another kanji down, and you immediately recognised it because you’ve been practising on how to write it almost every day.
“Well now you’re just trying to write your own name.” You quipped, with a small smirk.
“I’m not even done yet, and I am both impressed and flattered you remembered!” You chuckled lightly at him, and it sounded like music to his ears.
His name was not that complicated, but he continued anyway, caressing your skin gently just to reinforce your brain into remembering the stroke order. He went slowly, his touch causing you to drift off more and more with every stroke. By the time he had finished the “郎” from ” 杏寿郎” you had already gone to sleep.
Seeing that you were finally dead to the world, he pulled on your hand and kissed it gently. Your silent reply was all he needed to confirm that his mission was successful. Pulling back, he decided to write down one final kanji before retiring for the night. He wrote more of a sentence really, and his eyes widened in excitement when he realised he hadn’t taught you this yet.
“ずっと大好きだよ。”
Smiling, he turned off the lights, wrapped his arms around you and went to sleep.
#rengoku x reader#rengoku x y/n#kny x reader#kny x y/n#rengoku kyojuro#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#my fics#rengoku
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How I think they're like in bed with little to no explanation unless asked for elaboration, if you see more head canons for others, it's because I'm biased.
Gonna make another part for this cause I'm sleepy rn
TANJIRO | OBANAI | MITSURI | GENYA | SANEMI | RENGOKU
:: All minors are aged up
:: CW ::
| Knife play, masochism, blood,
𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗢
:: Service Sub
:: Touchy cannot handle anything without having some physical contact
:: Slight Exhibitionism
:: Praise
𝗢𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗜 𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢
:: Brat taming
:: Overwhelming praise
:: Edging//Overstimulation
:: Masochism
:: Hair pulling
𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗜 𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗥𝗢𝗝𝗜
:: Titty sucking
:: Squirting
:: Oral sex
:: Praise
:: Scissoring
:: Dry humping
:: Overstimulation
:: Pillow princess
𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗬𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔
:: Free use kink
:: Ruined orgasm
:: Begging
:: Mistress//Master//Mommy kink
:: Dry humping
:: Bondage//gagging//restriction
:: Exhibitionism
:: Praise mixed with humiliation
𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔
:: Hardcore Masochism ; Scratching, bruising, bleeding
:: Air play
:: Breeding kink
:: Mommy kink
:: Knife kink
:: Brat taming
:: Body praise... but also degradation
:: Free use kink
:: Marking// Name carving
𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗝𝗨𝗥𝗢
:: Service Sub
:: Praise
:: Phycial touch (makes it fun for bondage)
:: Hair pulling
:: Oral sex//Pussy eating
:: Hickey markings
:: Wax play
𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 <3
#✮⋆˙willow writes#dom!reader#sub!character#kny dom reader#kny x black reader#dom! black reader#kimetsu no yaiba#kny fic#kny drabble#drabble#sub! mitsuri#mitsuri kanroji#kyojuro rengoku#sanemi shinaguzawa#genya shinazugawa#tanjiro kamado#obanai iguro#kny smut#kny thirst#cw: blood#cw: knife
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Moonlight -x- Sunlight
ch.4 -- Senjuro (cw// banner has flashing text!)
r.kyojuro/f.reader
genre: modern!au, teacher!kyojuro by day/demonslayer by night, izakayaworker!reader, slowburn?, romance, angst
warning(s): slight mention of bullying :(
w.count: 5k
a/n: *blows so much dust off this thing after i shelved it for a year* Go ahead and revisit the other chapters via the INDEX for your refreshers if you'd like lol
It had been two weeks since you had seen Rengoku. Your ankle had healed, and you were once again fully mobile- much to your relief. You weren’t sure how much more limping around with a cane or crutch you could take. After your ankle healed and you got the all-clear from Kocho, you went through the hoops of making her your primary physician.
You hadn’t ever met a doctor you could be so comfortable around- though the whole bonding over being attacked by a demon probably had everything to do with that. Still, you were pleased with your new doctor, nonetheless. Not to mention, giving your money to a smaller business worked more for your morality than signing it all away to a huge corporation like a hospital that already had more than enough business on its side.
Rengoku never went a day without sending you texts. You had a feeling he did this with all his friends and acquaintances; texting you a ‘very good morning!’ or asking when you’d be getting off work at night and to be careful on the way. You find it pretty cute. Finding a man as well rounded, optimistic and diligent in the ways of keeping in touch wasn’t exactly something you’d consider common; especially since he didn’t use any sort of abbreviations and spoke in fully formatted sentences like he was standing right in front of you.
Apparently, with midterms and exams coming up, he’s been busy keeping his students occupied and prepping them for passing grades. That, alongside any extra tutoring lessons or occasional substitute gigs has his days packed.
“Being a teacher must be tough,” you had thought to yourself during one of your many threads where he explained such things.
You remember the second time Kaname showed up to your house unannounced. Luckily you were home when he landed on the branch outside your window. Though, that didn’t stop you from being startled at the big black mass that landed and pecked at the window to your living room. You were confused as he hopped right on inside when you opened the glass window before he flew to your couch and just sat himself on the arm of it. You didn’t see anything attached to his leg like before- which would’ve been odd since Rengoku had literally texted you earlier- so you were wondering why he was there in the first place.
Then your phone dinged.
(Rengoku): Per chance, you haven’t seen Kaname flying around, have you?
Clearly, Rengoku was also unaware that his crow was hanging around your place. The picture you sent him of the black bird leisurely resting in your living room had him calling you for the first time. It was comical, hearing his voice over speaker phone to reprimand Kaname as if the crow would actually understand what was being said to him and reflect on his actions.
It obviously didn’t work since the next day Kaname was once again pecking at your window as you got ready to leave the house to run some errands. And you continued to allow him inside. Enabling this behavior is probably the opposite of what Rengoku wanted from his work crow, but were you just supposed to sit and stare at that poor, needy bird out your window? No. Of course you weren’t.
You were sat on the ground by your door, pulling on your shoes when Kaname had cawed behind you. You made a small noise of surprise before you felt his talons land on the shoulder of your jacket. His added weight on your shoulder and his black avian body perched on you was something he hadn’t done before, but you smiled at the fact this bird was getting more and more comfortable with you. Of course, you would then remember that this was a working bird, and he wasn’t exactly yours.
“You want to come out with me?” Kaname cawed with a small flap of his wings as if he truly understood your question and was giving you an answer. “Alright. You’ll have to stay outside when I’m in stores though, okay?” Another small flap of his wings.
You stand and grab your bag, going through the checklist of what you’ll need leaving the house. Phone. Wallet. Keys. And whatever else your bag had hiding inside it. With an impulsion decision, you pull out your phone and take a picture of Kaname resting on your shoulder before sending it to Rengoku- who was probably still working since it was still early afternoon- and slipping your phone in your pocket.
“Remember to behave, Kaname,” you tell the crow one more time before you leave the house with him remaining perched on your shoulder.
You thought that having Kaname perched on your shoulder was a cute thing. It showed that he liked you and had- to some degree- grown to trusted you. Having a little friend around for Taco to chase was a bit of an annoying exercise sometimes since the feline must’ve felt jealous. Or that's how you justify the way Taco would crawl up your legs to try and get the same level of attention at the crow. Still, having a smart corvid hang around willingly made you feel… magical? For lack of better terms. If this is what witches in the woods in fairy tales felt like you were more than willing to commit to the bit.
That is, it’s all comfortable in the comfort of your home. The moment you stepped outside, you could feel the eyes of all the people also on the street focused on you. People from across the street giving you looks like you wouldn’t notice. Kids on playgrounds in the park you had to cross definitely had your face growing warm with the cheers of “that ladies got a big bird on her!”.
It's silly how you had completely forgotten that it wasn’t exactly a normal, everyday thing to witness. Still, Kaname remained unbothered. Lucky him.
It wasn’t like you could shoo him off now. That would’ve made you feel more guilty than embarrassed. No, you couldn’t do that to him. So, instead of acting like a bitter woman, you just lifted your hand and used the back of your fingers to lightly ruffle his feathers just under his beak. His nuzzle into your hand as you gave him attention sealed the deal.
When you get to the first store you need to stop at- a department store- you point to a small, city planted tree that sat in its own little square of dirt surrounded by brick that really needed to be upkept a bit better.
“Now, you remember our agreement?” You talk face to face with the bird in broad daylight, not acting like a loon in the least. Still, Kaname bellows back to you like he was agreeing. “Good. I won’t be long.” You turn your back on your trusted corvid pal before you’re walking through the automated glass doors of the store.
True to your word, you were in and out as quick as you could be- or in this case, as quick as the newly trained cashier who was stressing out over their first real day could go. You made sure to give a quick “you’re doing great” on your way out. When the same automated doors- with a few new smudges from strangers who couldn’t resist touching the clean glass- reopen to let you back outside, you see a small gaggle of teenagers. They surround the same, wimpy looking city planted tree you had left Kaname in, and with their phones out were snapping photos and a video of the cawing bird.
For a bird, he sure had a lot of personality. Though, you supposed that all birds did in one way or another and crows were already smart to begin with. Though, you felt irritated as they all hovered around him like some sort of attraction.
Stepping off to the side, you get out of the way of the entrance before you’re calling him. You figured that the kids would probably keep filming and snapping photos, so you turned your back to them before calling him back. Kaname would know the back of your head anyways.
“Kaname,” you speak clearly. It wasn’t loud, but just enough to be heard over the bustle of the afternoon traffic. The crow’s head twitched before his wings unfurled and he was gliding gracefully over to your shoulder that he favored. With another quick finger pet on the crown of his bowed head, you start off again. You ignore the teens who were hollering after you, feeling like an attraction just as Kaname had been treated as.
When you finally don’t hear them anymore and make it to a section of street that isn’t so thick with people that you’re stepping on each other, you pat Kaname affectionately on his beak that he once again nuzzles into.
“I’m sorry about them. Your picture is probably going to be floating around school campus’s now.” Maybe he understood, maybe he didn’t. You didn’t speak crow, so his cawing back to your linguistic woes didn’t spark much need to keep talking.
You continue your errand running in much the same fashion. Window shopping here, stepping into a small shop there, always leaving Kaname somewhere to wait for you- although this time higher than eye level so he wouldn’t be as bothered by the public. It was when you had just finished your final store run when you felt Kaname tug at your hair after riding on your shoulder for a while.
“Ow!” You whine when his beak snags some of your hair and tugs on it. You turn to him to try and him to quit it when you see a familiar combination of blond and red. Though, it was atop a much smaller body.
A small boy, maybe high school aged, has that same flame styled hair that you recognize. He was stuck between two other boys, one with his arms slung around Rengoku’s(?) shoulder. The other was hovering around like he was herding him. The boy who resembled Rengoku looked so uncomfortable that when they rounded a corner, your body just took off after them.
You were right to trust your instincts.
The two were classic, low-grade bullies from the look of things. Taking the smaller Rengoku’s bag and shifting through it like they were looking for something. You didn’t even realize that now is the time that schools had released their students for the day. You wanted to help but had no idea how to start. Shouting maybe? A strong Hey! would surely get their attention and maybe little Rengoku, who may not even be related (somehow), could slip away in the distraction.
Luckily, Kaname disrupted your brainstorming and created an opportunity for you.
With a loud and crass and angry sounding caw, his wings opened, and he flew towards the two bullies like a graceful, winged bullet. His talon’s had landed in the nest of hair of the boy who had the little Rengoku’s bag, effectively making him drop it. With another warning caw, jumps off his head- taking a few stray hairs with him, and flew up and swooped back down to attack the other boy’s skull with small pecks of his beak. You were in awe. Kaname didn’t even need your help defending the bullied victim! Still-
“Hey!” Your original plan of just shouting was definitely more effective when you had an aggressive black bird on your side. Kaname stopped his pecking and flew back up into the air, circling around before he was landing on your shoulder. His eyes that were gentle and relaxed before were now narrowed and attentive. “Leave that boy alone and get out of here,” you command with your stance wide, and arms crossed with your errand shopping bags hanging in the crux of your elbow. You knew that it wasn’t your demeanor that sent the brats packing, but the aura of the angry corvid that added a boost to your intimidation.
When they were out of sight, you let out a sigh and you felt Kaname relax too. Uncrossing your ams, you jog over to the boy who was now gathering the things that had fallen out of his backpack. Kneeling on the ground with him, you place your bags down and put your hand gently on his shoulder to get his attention.
“Hey,” you say again, much softer this time than before when you bellowed it. “Are you alright?” You ask.
The boy nods and his completely tied back hair, aside from the front strands, bounce as he does. You hear him hum in affirmation too. He did a bad job of convincing you that he was really okay. Still, you give him a moment to collect himself.
“You’re name,” you start as you pick up a stray pencil that had rolled away from him, “it’s Rengoku, isn’t it?” You were near positive. After all, who else could look so closely related to the Rengoku that you know? When he lifts his head and the eyes that also resemble the ones you know was proof enough.
“Yes?” He sounded nervous. Rightfully so. You’re quick to defend yourself.
“Oh! I just- well, you look a lot like someone I know, so I just took a wild guess.” Rengoku had mentioned before that he had a little brother in high school. “He mentioned he had a kid brother once too.” The more you tried to save face, the more awkward the whole thing felt.
Still, the little boy’s face seemed to relax at the mention of familiar individual.
“You know my older brother?”
“Sure do,” you reassure. Helping him pack away the rest of his fallen items into his bag, you pick up your own bags and walk with him back out onto the main street. “Where are you heading? Do you want me to walk you?” Your sudden offer must’ve flustered him since his cheeks went pink. You were still a stranger, so yeah, it was kind of weird.
“I’m okay!” It sounded like he meant it that time, more so because he was embarrassed and blurted it out in such flustered conviction. “I’m just going home. I’m not far now.”
You hum worriedly but give in anyway. Then, the familiar weight you had gotten used to on your shoulder departed. Kaname and swapped from you to rest on the head of the smaller Rengoku, using his blonde roots as a nest. You chuckle. Looks like he’d have a well-trained escort home, so you weren’t needed after all.
“Alright, then. Be careful going home.” He bashfully nods before he’s walking away from you. With a small huff of anxiety for his safety, you check the time on your phone. “Oh, damn!” You curse to yourself before rushing back the way you had come. It had gotten so late that if you didn’t get home soon, you wouldn’t have time to feed and play with Taco before it got dark. He’d pout about that for days if you missed his usual ‘me time’!
Senjuro walks into the apartment he lives in with his older brother and let out a deep breath as he dropped his bag and sat to remove his shoes. Kyojuro, who had managed to come home earlier than usual by deciding to take the short, 15 question quizzes he had to grade back home with him instead of doing it on school premises, heard the familiar sounds of the front door opening, closing then locking. He didn’t need to go out tonight for demon slaying, so he had already changed into more comfortable clothes by the time Senjuro returned.
Hair pulled off his neck with a hair tie that was fighting for its life and his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. The sweater he wore was light in color with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows as his lazy, black pants kept his legs warm. The air conditioning was almost always running in the apartment since both boys always seemed to run a bit warming than others.
“You are back early today,” Senjuro greets when the older sibling stood behind him and helped him off the floor when he slipped into his house shoes. Senjuro often wore slippers inside since his feet were always so cold- his older brother was the opposite walking around the apartment barefoot.
“It isn’t often I can spend so much free time at home,” Kyojuro answers. The two walk deeper into the house when Kaname flies inside and to the wooden perch Kyojuro had set up months ago for him to rest on in the living room.
The apartment was small, but just enough for the two boys. When Kyojuro had moved out of his family home, he was insistent that Senjuro come with him. Their father wasn’t fit to raise the youngest right now and everyone knew it.
The main space was open and spacious. A single three cushion couch was in the middle of the open area with a tv mounted on the wall. The small coffee table in front of the couch is scattered with items and random odds and ends that never made it back to their proper place. Behind the couch was a small table that could seat four and was currently covered in the quizzes Kyojuro was previously grading. Beyond the living room was a small kitchen that Senjuro was in charge of since his older brother could not cook to save his life. Just down the short hall were their respective bedrooms, an extra room Kyojuro uses for an office space and the bathroom.
Just quaint enough for the Rengoku boys.
Kyojuro took to gathering his graded and ungraded papers into piles so he could make room for the homework of Senjuro’s that would soon be replacing his own mess. He could finish in the office later- his little brother’s studies are more important and this way he could ask questions if he needed help instead of holing up in his room at his own desk.
Hearing Kaname honk softly for a dried treat, Senjuro is quick to oblige. Kyojuro stops his gathering as he takes his glasses off to have them hang off the v-neck of his sweater instead and crosses his arms. He sets his sights on his faithful crow.
“Where have you been all day?” Kyojuro knew Kaname understood him, and he also knew he could get an answer if the bird felt like he wanted to. Senjuro, who had fed him his treat, ran his hands along his back with the flow of his feathers. Then, the mysterious woman he met today came to his mind.
“Ani ue,” Senjuro calls out the formality of his brother even though he’s been told time and time again that he doesn’t need to. Still, Kyojuro answers with an acknowledged hum, pushing his slight annoyance at his crow aside. “Have you met a girl recently?”
The question stuns Kyojuro for a second. Longer than a second actually. Really, the bout of silence that followed the innocent question was long enough to make the air awkward.
“Could you be more specific?” Kyojuro asked in return. His mind went to a space that his little brother didn’t need to be meddling in. Meeting a woman like… romantically? Or was he just over thinking?
“In terms of meeting someone new.”
He was over thinking.
“Ah,” moron. He curses to himself. “I see.” He racks his brain with a hand at his chin. He often meets all sorts of people at work. New substitute teachers come and go all the time. Maybe he meant one of them? Or maybe…
Kyojuro’s eyes widen in epiphany as he looks back at Kaname. Senjuro had been in classes all day, as had he been. When he wasn’t busy with his job as messenger bird, Kaname often lazed here at home. There was only one place Kaname had been frequently disappearing to instead of staying in the comfort of his home recently. His arms dropped back down to his sides as he walked closer to his crow and brother.
“Is there a reason you want to know?” Kyojuro sits on the couch and offers the cushion next to him as Senjuro takes it easily. Slightly facing each other, they carried on their conversation.
“I dropped my bag on the street today,” Senjuro starts. Kyojuro knew that wasn’t the full truth. As much as he hated it, Senjuro was timid enough to be picked on by other kids and Kyojuro wasn’t always around to help him. “When I was picking up my stuff, this woman came to help me. She knew my name; said I looked like someone she knew.” Senjuro’s habit of picking at his nail beds started up and Kyojuro quietly pulled his hands away from each other. “Kaname was with her too. I was just curious.”
Kyojuro looked into the wide, curious eyes of his little brother and smiled. He called for his crow, and Kaname easily made a home on the back of the couch between the two siblings. Kyojuro pet Kaname’s back and under his beak, alternating.
“You were with y/n-san all day weren’t you?”
“Yes!” The crow loudly cawed.
“Don’t you go and forget where it is you actually live,” Kyojuro lightly reprimands. “And don’t go speaking around her either. You’ll scare the wits out of her cat.” He returns his attention back to his brother. “To answer your question from earlier now, yes. I do believe I’m familiar with the woman you ran into today." Senjuro took notice to the change in his brother's face. Did he know he was making such a softened expression? "She and I met recently.”
Something in Senjuro’s eyes shined at the mention of you from Kyojuro’s mouth directly. Maybe it was because he didn’t need to worry about a stranger knowing who he was. Or maybe it was something else Kyojuro just wasn’t picking up on. Senjuro spent a little bit longer talking about you, how you had shopping bags, how Kaname was so comfortably hanging around you, and how you seemed like a nice person.
Soon, the brother-on-brother chit-chat had to come to a stop. The sun would be setting soon and Senjuro still had homework to do and dinner to make. Kyojuro took his papers to his office and shut the door. Dropping his work on his desk, he flipped on the desk lamp before he sat himself in his chair. The leather creaked at his added weight and the chair reclined when he leaned back against it.
Digging his phone from his pocket of his slacks, he stared at his reflection in the black screen. Kyojuro really wanted to thank you for helping Senjuro, but for some reason he couldn’t even tap on the screen of his smartphone to wake it up.
Kyojuro wasn’t a religious man, but he did thank whatever god had been watching him when the screen lit itself up with an incoming text.
(y/n-san): Did Kaname make it back home?
Kyojuro laughs out loud at your message. Senjuro hears it echo from the kitchen. Kyojuro would get his grading done first, then he'd set aside time for you.
You jump out of your skin when, as you’re mindlessly browsing through your socials, an unexpected call jumps your phone to life in both vibrations and a loud ringtone you had always seem to forget the sound of. Fumbling your phone in your hands, you snatch it up before it could give way to gravity and hit the ground... or Taco who was resting on your lap.
Seeing Rengoku’s name printed on your screen had you mentally lagging before you’re answering the call. Any later and it would’ve been dropped, then you’d be forced with the dilemma of if you call him back or just pretend it never happened.
The sound of light white noise greets you for a moment as you bring the phone up to your ear. Then, you start off the call first.
“Hello?”
“Ah! You picked up!” He sounded excited. You mindlessly start petting through Taco’s fur as he still lay peacefully on your lap. “I’m glad. I was worried you may be busy given the time.”
“That makes sense,” you agree. Any other night you’d be just about ready for work. “I have the night off tonight, so your timing works out.”
“How fortunate!” You’ve never heard someone say those words without it being sarcastic before. He really sounded like he was relieved he wasn’t taking up your time. You smile as you lean back against the cushions of your couch and turn the tv you had on for background noise down. It was turned onto some random celebrity reality show or something, you weren't really paying attention to it.
“Kaname did make it back safely to answer your earlier question. I apologize I couldn’t reply immediately. I was finishing up some work that I had already stopped in the middle of once.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You shift your legs. Taco mewls in annoyance. “Was it for…?” You didn’t know how to ask if he was talking about his work in education or his demon slaying gig.
“It was for my classes! Grading quizzes can take up a significant amount of my time. I was also helping my brother with some homework when he needed it!”
You perk up at the mention of his brother.
“That reminds me,” you start, “I ran into him on the road today. I was out running errands when we met.”
“Yes,” Rengoku's voice took on a softer tone, “that is one reason I wanted to call you.” You stay quiet. Unsure on what to say next. “Senjuro is a gentle child, so he is easily the target of people who feel the need to push other's around. I feel guilty that he doesn’t express to me all the things that happens, but you helped him out today, yes?”
“Well, sort of. Kaname did most of the work if I’m being honest.” You stop and think about what happened right before you noticed the little Rengoku- who’s name you now know to be Senjuro. Kaname was tugging at your hair, almost like he was trying to get your attention to shift somewhere else. “Without him, I don’t know if I would’ve been able to chase off those brats myself. So, really the credit is all his.”
You hear Rengoku chuckle on the other end of the line. It was easy to tell just by his voice and concerned tone alone that Rengoku really cared about his little brother.
“Does your brother do any after school clubs?”
“Pardon?” The question caught the flame-head off guard.
“I just- and stop me if this is totally invasive- but I thought that maybe if he needed, I could check on him from time to time after school. Just to make sure he’s not being bullied?” Saying it out loud made you realize just how crazy you sounded. It sounded like you were trying to butt into their lives! “I’m sorry. It’s just I’m usually free in the afternoons and all so-”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“Oh,” you breathe. You half expected him to kindly reject you as you shoved your foot further into your big mouth. “Really?”
“Senjuro sometimes spends time in the school’s library until I’m ready to go home with him. On the days where he or I cannot go back home together, I do worry about him. I know he'll need to defend himself one day, but he’s still young.”
There’s a bout of silence between you both for an uncomfortable amount of time. You wonder if the call disconnected at one point because it was so quiet. Still, the time recording the length of the call kept ticking up, so Rengoku was definitely still on the other line.
“So,” you clear your throat. “Senjuro-kun likes to read?”
“He does!” The pep is thrust back into his voice and you feel relieved.
The call lasts for much longer than you anticipated. So long that Taco had gotten off your lap, paced around the couch twice, ran up and down the halls and whined for food all the span of it. You don’t remember the last time you had a long phone call that wasn’t work or business related. Even the few previous calls you've recieved from Rengoku weren't this drawn out. It was enjoyable.
You notice the numbers glaring at you from the clock of your living room and gasp. It was getting late. Really late. And Rengoku- even if he wasn’t working tonight- had classes tomorrow.
“It’s getting late,” you find the next best gap in conversation and throw in the beginning of the end of the call. “Shouldn’t you be getting some rest? It wouldn’t be good for a teacher to be dead tired all day because he was up so late.”
“Believe it or not, I’m not a morning person at all! Senjuro brews me coffee every morning since I tend to be grumpy from the long nights I should be used to by now.”
You laugh at the image. You don’t think you’ve seen him frown once since you met him- even if it hasn’t been that long.
“Even more reason to let you go.” You get up off the couch and stretch. As if predicting your moves, Taco races towards your room ahead of you. Of course, you’d wash up properly before joining your feline son. “I enjoyed talking to you, Rengoku-san.”
“You don’t need to be so polite,” he insists. “Referring to me by name alone is just fine.”
“You’ll need to drop the formalities with me too then. It’d be weird if I spoke casually with you, just for you to not.”
“Deal.”
“Good night, Rengoku.”
“Sweet dreams, y/n.”
The call ends. Even though you wash your face with cold water, your skin still feels warm in your palms.
a/n: wow i can't wait for next year when i get around to writing another chapter (is this satire? who knows)
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Aggression
Rengoku x reader | cw: creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy | 18+ | ~3k
After a two week bust of a mission with Tengen, Rengoku comes home to you extra riled up
Full version of the teaser from last night! This is the first of many so I hope y’all like it. Since I already posted the first 500, the whole thing will be under the cut!
You were swinging your foot off the deck of the house, eating snacks with Mitsuri when the crow came flying around the building. Both of you recognize it immediately as your own. Earlier in the day, you sent him off to keep watch for a very notable head of flame coloured hair. With a knowing smile, Kanroji stood. Carefully she dusted off her skirt and packed the empty containers back into the bag she’d brought with. Kyojuro had been sent on a particularly difficult mission and the love hashira knew that her old master wouldn’t be able to relax with her there. He was always a gentleman, even when it physically hurt him.
As you waved her off, her watermelon hair disappearing down the road, it was time to prepare. There was no way you could know how Kyojuro would return to you. Sometimes he was gravely injured and other times he was furious when he returned. Luckily you knew all his different flavours and began making sure things were where you remembered them to be. The first aid kit was pulled out onto the nearby counter and the bed was turned down. You even made sure to pull out his favourite pair of sleep clothes in case he wanted them once he’d bathed. Speaking of, you were warming the water when your crow returned again. It would only be minutes until your partner arrived. Too eager, or too nervous, you rushed out to wait for him at the front door.
A sigh of relief left your lips as you laid eyes on him, at least he wasn’t limping or missing a limb. He was, however, covered in blood and filth and bruises. Kyojuro strode confidently through town with his hand resting on his katana. The man was usually smiling and cheerful but the townspeople parted for him as he passed, seeing the serious look in his eyes. You stood and waited as he made his way through the streets and up the hill to where your house was. After what felt like hours but was probably only five minutes, he was striding through the archway that joined the two halves of the fence around the house.
“Are you hurt?” you ask, hesitating to touch him until you know if he’s covered in his own blood or someone else’s.
“No,” his voice is deeper than usual. Dark.
He’s on you like a lion on his prey, reaching out to snatch you before you realise what’s happened. Kyojuro pulls you in and presses a searing kiss to your lips. He pours his last two weeks of frustration into it, gripping your hips so tightly that you yelp and cling on to his broad shoulders. You can feel his fingers digging in as you pull him back in for another kiss. This hadn’t happened before, you tried to remember to ask him what had happened later, for now you were just enjoying Kyojuro.
Strong hands pulled your feet off the ground and the flame hashira was carrying you back into the house. You busied yourself with unbuttoning his dirty uniform, pushing it off his
shoulders so you could run your hands across the bare skin of his chest. A few fresh cuts caught on your soft fingers. It made you frown. The large man almost threw you back onto your bed, crawling on top of you eagerly. He was already pushing up your skirt impatiently, a completely different beast to the Kyojuro you were used to but it wasn’t unwelcome. Usually he was gentle and sweet and you’d been trying to get him to let loose more. The bruising grip on your legs as he lifted them made you moan loudly.
“Sorry love, that mission was a waste of my time,” he growled. “Could’ve sent literally anyone else.”
“I don’t mind,” you offered, staring into golden eyes. “You can take it out on me.” “Good,” the swordsman leaned down to shove his tongue back into your mouth.
As he takes over your mouth, two of his fingers plunge into you and your nails dug into Kyojuro’s biceps. If he hadn’t been pinning your knees to your shoulders with his whole body, you would’ve been eagerly squirming. He swallowed down all of the moans and noises that left your mouth, barely letting you breathe. You’d already been wet from being manhandled by the door, he knew that he wouldn’t have to do much work to get you ready. Carefully, your hands let go of his arms and you tried to reach for the waistband of his pants.
“Don’t make me tie those hands out of the way,” the blond threatened, his fingers picking up speed and making you cry his name. “You’ll take what I give you.”
“I will,” you nodded eagerly, your hands going to your own nipples. “Please, Kyo~”
He cut off your begging by sliding down and adding his mouth to his efforts. The man still wanted to make sure you got to come once, he wasn’t a complete monster. Lips and teeth and tongue assaulted your quivering heat along with his fingers and it was only minutes before you were grinding into his face. So close to your release and suddenly Kyojuro was pulling his fingers out of you. You only whine until you see his hands move to undo his own pants and rip them off.
The one thing you’d wanted was in front of you. Kyojuro, filthy and deprived and naked above you, his thick cock rubbing between your folds and smearing himself in your wetness. Strong hands grabbed both sides of your hips before he pressed in. There’s no stopping him, the man fucking you at an even pace as he watched your tits bounce hungrily. A small part of him was still being careful. The drag of him slowly entering you before pulling all the way out was near torture. Trying to get him to really fuck you, your nails drag red lines down his back and you try your best to squeeze down on his with your walls. In return, one of his large hands comes up to hold you down by the neck. He doesn’t really choke you but the threat of it there only makes you needier.
“More Kyo,” you moan, your eyes and hips rolling. “Fuck me like you missed it.”
“All I thought about for the past two weeks,” he leaned down and nipped at your earlobe. “Was your fucking pussy.”
“Do you want me to do it myself?” she challenged and saw her lover’s eyes darken with anger again.
“Am I going to have to make you shut up?” he did squeeze your neck and his cock inside you twitched as you gasped and nodded. “Good girl, let me wreck you.”
The blond picked up his pace, fucking you like an animal. The hand around your throat stayed but his other one shoved two of his fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you sucked on the digits and preened at the filthy words coming from the man above you. Is it too big for you? It’s like you were made to take me. Fuck, you’re so good. He kept going, even as he felt you panting harder under his hand. Finally, he took his fingers from your mouth and slapped them against your cunt as it swallowed his cock. The sensation made you yelp. The hand from your neck moved so he could angle himself better.
“Are you going to come on my dick, gorgeous?” he challenged as he began using his slick fingers to rub at you clit. “Hmm?”
“Yes,” you moaned loudly, your hands twisting in the sheets. “Kyo, please don’t stop!”
“Come for me,” he demanded and slammed into you over and over and- you were coming undone beneath him so beautifully.
His name was a scream on your lips and you clamped down on him. Stronger than you, Kyojuro kept fucking you through your orgasm and black dots began to swim in your vision. As your eyes rolled into the back of your head, Kyojuro’s hips slammed into you particularly hard and several grunts spilled from him. He kept going until you were overstimulated and he spilled inside you. The moans that left the hashira almost had you riled up again but soon, he stuffed his length inside of you fully and leaned his sweaty forehead on yours. Now that he wasn’t moving anymore, you knew that he was done. Carefully, you wound your arms around him and pulled him even closer.
“So what had you so riled up?” you giggled breathlessly against his skin, pressing kisses to his collarbone.
“Uzui and his fucking priviledge,” the flame hashira blew a piece of his hair out of his eyes. “He gets to bring his three wives everywhere.”
“Well if you keep this up, I’ll be too pregnant to go on any missions,” one of your hands went up to his face and all of the aggression was gone, replaced with sated tenderness. “Not that I’m complaining. Maybe you should take tips from Tengen more often.”
“Oh he’ll never let me live that down,” his laughter shook you and you could still feel his length inside you. “Was I too rough with you, my love?”
“Not even close,” you giggled again, running your hands down his ribs. “You can do that to me anytime you want.”
“Can I do it to you again in the bath?” he raised an eyebrow at you, a hopeful look in his eyes. Testing you, he ground down into you again and grinned at the needy moan that came from your lips. He lifted you easily and carried you to the bathroom, making sure he was fully seated inside you again as he did it. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Kyo!” you yelped in surprise, clinging onto him. “Your jealousy is going to be the end of me.”
“As long as you like it,” he smirked before kissing you and bouncing you on his cock. Holding you up and displaying his strength while he fucked you made you drool. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“Anything,” you were already panting, unable to do much when he was holding you off the ground.
“If you help me wash up without getting up,” he nipped at your ear again, harder this time. “I’ll bend you over the edge of the tub.”
“I would’ve done it for less,” you chuckle weakly as he steps into the lukewarm water.
Carefully, you washed the dirt and blood from your lover as he played with you. It was no easy feat but you got to tease him back for once. He was clearly enjoying the view of you worshipping his body while his whole cock was inside you. How he was still so hard, you assumed he hadn’t even touched himself while he was gone. The squeezing and grinding of you certainly kept his interest as he watched you work. When he deemed himself clean enough, Kyojuro pulled out of you suddenly. There was only a second for you to whine and complain before he turned you and shoved his throbbing cock back inside you. His first load of cum was helping lubricate you and you had to bite down on your hand to muffle your drawn out moan.
Kyojuro still heard. He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back as he draped himself over you. Calloused hands roamed your body, touching and squeezing wherever he wanted. You were pinned between him and the lip on the tub, unable to do more than wiggle your hips to try and take even more of his thick length. A dark chuckle came from him as he watched you struggle. He let you feel it, bucking against you deeper than he’d been able to reach before. The pleading that came from your mouth made it hard for him to be patient but eventually you said what he was waiting for.
“Please fuck me Kyo!” you begged him. “You’re so big, it feels so good.”
“Well since you said please,” he bit down on his own lip as he dragged his length out of you.
The way he fucked you was nearly feral. His hips snapped into you on their own and he didn’t give you much room to breathe. Hands left red marks on your hips to swat your ass as Kyojuro pounded into you. He filled you relentlessly. All you could do was cling to the edge of the bathtub and drool onto the wood as it bit into your skin. Behind you, the blond was taking in the sight of you. Bent over, stretched around his dick, dribbling his cum from the brutal fucking, he was almost ready to come again. You hadn’t objected for a reason the first time when he’d come inside you, you wanted to really feel it this time. The rhythm of his
thrusts was already frantic as he chased his own orgasm this time. You managed to slip one of your hands down to play with your clit and he didn’t stop you this time. Since your begging had worked so well, you decided to try it again.
“I want to feel you this time,” you turned your head to the side so you could look at him. “I want you to come inside me again, Kyojuro. Fill me up.”
“Holy fuck,” his head dropped to rest between your shoulder blades.
The grip on your hips went from bruising to crushing and the force he was pushing into you almost sent you falling forwards to the floor. Your palms pushed back against the tub to keep you upright as he finished. The deep, drawn out, guttural moan that ripped from your lover’s throat bounced off the bathroom walls and the inside of your head. It was a noise you’d pleasure yourself too next time you were apart. His cock twitched inside you and a pleasant, warm feeling spread through you. His cum kept pouring out of him, the head of his dick pressed firmly against your cervix. For a moment, you wondered if it was all just filling your womb but soon it was leaking out around him.
“Oh fuck,” Kyojuro swore as he pulled his dick out of you. “You’re a beautiful mess.”
His view of you was probably amazing as his hands returned to your skin, gentle now. Your ass up, dripping his cum into the bath, he thought about taking you for a third time. Instead, he settled on cleaning you up. Careful, he licked up your slit and grinned as you moaned again. He knew you liked his long tongue so he dipped it into you, tasting himself. The flame hashira had confessed once that he loved eating you out and he did not disappoint. Eventually his tongue was replaced with a few of his fingers and he sucked on the tender nub of your clit. The suction got to you and before long, you were spilling across his fingers and chin. Your thighs quivering, he ate you like a starving man as you orgasmed again. His fingers didn’t let up as your walls clenched and squeezed around them, pulling more moans out of you. Before long, you were coming down from the high.
“I’m going to need you to carry me back to bed,” you moaned weakly, your body slumping against the tub now that you were mostly empty. “There’s no way I can walk.”
“Good,” Kyojuro chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you so he could lift you again. “That was my goal when I got home.”
“You’re evil sometimes,” You curled up against his chest, his arm around your back tightening before the other arm swept under your knees and took you off your feet. “I like it.”
“I just had to listen to my best friend get laid every night for two weeks,” he said as he laid you down carefully. “How did you think I wasn’t going to come home and immediately want you?”
“I just wasn’t expecting you to be so aggressive,” you pulled him down into bed with you. “It’s a good look on you though.”
“Don’t get used to it,” he yawned. “I’ll feel bad about those bruises in the morning.”
“No, I liked it,” you settled back into his arms and he pulled the covers over both of your naked bodies. “Next time I ask you to fuck me like you mean it, that’s what I mean.”
“Let’s see if your tune is the same in the morning,” he snorted and tightened his grip on you. “I’m so tired.”
“Sleep now,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You certainly deserve it Kyo. I love you.”
“I love you more.”
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kny ships that live rent-free in my mind bc of @lesbiansanemi and their fics 💞 they do a few diff pairings but these are the ones floating around their bibliography that really make me 👀👀 disclaimer: none of these doodles are actually from any of their fics (except for braid!sanemi), only inspired by them. i just think all three of these ships would exist so chaotically. :')
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His warm fingers are fast to wrap around your wrist. “What are you doing?”
You’d started fiddling with the fastening of his eye-patch, pausing as he looks down at you. “Do you mind?”
Kyojuro blinks. “I… no. But I thought you might.”
“Of course I don’t. Please, let me?”
His hold eases, allowing you to undo the binding.
“There,” you smile, taking his face in your palms. “You don’t ever need to hide from me.”
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(Rengoku lives AU - WIP)
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#5/10—kyojuro rengoku x reader
stealth. that is the skill of which you embodied at the moment.
your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your breathing low, your footsteps light, and body controlled. many skills were required for the demon slayer corps, and stealth was definitely one of them. the element of surprise was always an advantage when fighting demons.
however, your stealth was not being utilized for slaying demons at the moment.
you continued to creep down the hallway of your estate, being careful not to drop the contents in your hand. upon arriving to the desired door, you carefully slid the door open. you peeked inside.
'good...still asleep.'
you entered the room, closing the door behind you. creeping towards the bed in the center of the floor, you crouched down before crawling onto the bed, straddling your beloved kyojuro's waist.
his peaceful expression while he slept always brought a flutter to your heart.
but, you interrupted his sleep by gently pressing your lips onto his. not that he minded.
you couldn't help but smile as you felt warm hands clasp around your waist, tenderly keeping you in place. you went to lean back to separate the kiss, but kyojuro followed suit, keeping his lips secured against yours as he rose into a seated position.
he kept you there a little while longer before pulling away, a vibrant smile etched on his face, "good morning to you too, my love!"
"morning, kyo! oh, hang on." you remembered the purpose of your sneaking around your own estate in the morning. you held up the neatly packed bento boxed tied nicely with a ribbon. "i made your favorite for breakfast!"
kyojuro is a huge foodie(it's cannon, bite me.) he absolutely loved it when you shared a meal, had him try new recipes, or anything of that nature.
"greatly appreciated, love" he kissed your forehead before reaching for the box. you pulled it away from him.
"nuh uh," you shook your head, untying the box. "you aren't lifting a finger today! i'll be feeding you myself today!"
he let out a hearty laugh, "is that so? i do not mind you feeding me, if it is what you desire, but what for?"
"it's your birthday, silly!" you smiled at the sudden realization that flashed across his face. "how could you forget your own birthday!"
"i suppose it is because i don't celebrate it often," he laughed.
"well that changes now," you picked up some of the food in between the chopsticks before raising it to his lips. "say ahh!"
he happily complied, closing his eyes with a delighted hum as he savored the taste of your food.
"TASTY!"
you laughed at his outburst, before picking up another cluster of food and feeding it to him. this continued for a while, you feeding kyojuro, and him making joyful outbursts with each bite. just as you were about to feed him another, kyojuro gently took the chopsticks from your grasp.
"hm, are your full?"
he shook his head before copying your action from earlier. "say ahh!"
"but i should be feeding you," you jut your lower lip out in a small pout. "it's your birthday!"
"well," kyojuro paused for a moment before smiling and bringing the food to your lips. "consider this my birthday wish!"
"mmmh...alright, guess i can't deny you that." you allowed him to feed you, and eventually the dish was empty.
kyojuro set the empty box down before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you smiled up at him before placing a gentle kiss to his lips.
"happy birthday, my beloved kyojuro."
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