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─ HEART TO HEART | KYŌJURŌ RENGOKU
❛❛ 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. ❜❜
𓆩♡𓆪 FORMAT: one-shot | fluff
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY: Two Hashiras take a break in a peaceful forest while on their way back to Butterfly Estate after a grueling mission. As they await the sunrise, they engage in a "heart-to-heart" conversation, sharing their fears, guilt, and upcoming challenges that await them. The past hasn't been kind to them, but they find solace in opening up to each other.
It had been a long day on the mission, and night had fallen as you both made your way through the path. The sky was awash with the warm hues of twilight, the last vestiges of sunlight casting long shadows across.
"We still have a few hours of walking ahead of us. Are you sure you don't want to take a break?" Kyojuro asked, his concern for you evident in his booming voice.
The shadows grew deeper, and the trees seemed to tower over, your branches reaching up towards the stars.
"If we stop now, we'll need more than just a few hours to make up for lost time," You looked back at him with those same rolling eyes which he couldn't help but recall with a grin. The first day you joined them, eager to embrace a new life in a new place with all that attitude of yours. Those rolling eyes.
As you trudged through the muddy road, he caught sight of a towering tree off the beaten path and without warning, you were pulled by your hand in another direction.
"Worry not, we're just taking a break," he announced, sensing the weariness in your body. You protested weakly, but he wasn't having any of it. Your feet were aching and those eyelids of yours were incredibly heavy. Kyojuro, on the other hand, seemed to be unaffected by the long day of travel.
"You look absolutely exhausted, my friend. I don’t want you falling asleep on the way back home," Kyojuro said, his flammable eyes glinting as if in the form of stars. "Besides, I don't want to give the others a chance to tease you about me carrying you all the way!" he added with a chuckle.
"But what about the demons?"
His fiery spirit blazed like the flames he wielded. He raised one of his fists to his chest proudly, his face alight with intense passion.
"I'll take care of them! Just relax and snooze the sweetest of dreams by the fire. Leave the rest to me, friend!"
He patted your shoulder gently before turning his attention to the darkness beyond the fire, ready to face whatever demons might come their way.
You hesitated slightly, just coudn't shake off the feeling of guilt that washed over as you watched him tirelessly do all the work without your help. Despite his insistence, you wanted to be as useful as in any way you could, but only for him to refuse such kind offer.
But after all, your exhaustion won out.
„Thank you, Sir Rengoku.“
„Kyojuro, call me Kyojuro.“
He went about building the fire, skillfully arranging the wood and kindling until the flames roared to life. As he worked, he noticed the chill in the air and knew that you must be feeling it too.
"Hm. Take my haori," He smiled at his good work with the fire now burning much hotter than his flaming hair, offering you the oversized garment.
“Oh, thanks.“
"It's even bigger than you! Even more than enough to wrap around you like a blanket, though!" As he draped the haori over your shoulders, he couldn't help but laugh at the sight of you nearly disappearing beneath the voluminous fabric. The sound of your laughter joined his, and for a moment, the two of you were lost in the joy.
As the night settled in, the forest came alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. The hooting of an owl echoed through the trees, bowing their wings in the moonlight. The stars twinkled in the sky, and the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of wildflowers. It was a peaceful and serene moment, a moment that you wished would last forever.
And when the stillness of the forest enveloped you, a familiar voice broke the silence after quite some time. "You're still awake, any disturbance?" The Flame Hashira whispered softly, his presence a comforting one.
"I can't sleep."
"That's alright," without hesitation, he settled down next to you, his reassuring energy grounding you whilst offering you a warm smile.
"Do you want to talk instead?" The invitation hung in the air between you two, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for his kindness. With him by your side, you knew that even the darkest of nights would be easier to bear.
„I'm just..Sir Rengoku, I am truly sorry for making you do all this work for nothing, I—I really tried to rest and all, but we could have just continued walking instead—“
„I didn't to this good work for nothing, I'd say.“ He reassured you, his voice kind and understanding as always, yet never quiet. „Even if you're not asleep, your body and soul still need rest. If we had continued walking instead of stopping here, I guarantee you I would have actually carried you all the way, one way or another!“
His laughter rang out, the sound filling the peaceful surroundings.
„So, worry not!“
For a fleeting moment, the silence between you and the Flame Hashira was palpable, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Your eyes met and your fingers fidgeted nervously, punctuating the stillness with small gestures. In that instant, the already-quiet night seemed to grow even more hushed, as if the world itself were holding its breath.
„Well?“
„Well what?“
"Since you're already in no shape to sleep, will a little heart-to-heart do the trick?" he clarified, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Heart-to-heart?“ you repeated, a hint of amusement in your voice. "Is that what you call a late-night talk?" You couldn't help but grin at the playful term, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort settle over you as you settled into the easy rhythm of your banter.
Together, you whiled away the hours, sharing stories and jokes and just being yourselves. But when the conversation turned to the topic of family, you grew quiet.
And Kyojuro noticed that.
“Hey there now,” he said, placing a warm hand on your shoulder.
"I know it's tough. I've been there myself, when I lost my mother. We had so many plans together, so many words of encouragement left unsaid. She was an incredible woman, with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen."
"I'm really sorry about that.. I, I believe she was really a wonderful woman."
He nodded. "There is no such need to be sorry, I'm very glad that woman was someone I could call mother on my own. She taught me something important before she took her last breath - she taught me to never give up. To always keep fighting, no matter what. And that's what I try to do every day . To protect the weaker ones, ones for whom my heart beats the most."
"A truly wonderful woman, raising you so well..I can't help but admire you, Sir.”
The two of you sat in silence for a moment, watching the fire crackle until there was something else to be told.
"You know," he began, "I have a younger brother, too. His name is Senjuro, he's the bravest guy I know— just don't tell him I just made that up!"
You looked at him curiously with a smile on your face. "I'll be able to meet him? Really?!"
"I don't see why not, my friend! Apart from being so quick to fear anything, his heart burns hotter than any horror in his path. He is a talented swordsman, my little hero as I like to call him."
You could hear the pride in Kyojuro’s voice, not knowing whether to ask the next question or not. "And your father?"
In the blink of an eye, you noticed how all that pride settled down, watching his face also change its happy position of the lips from a smile to something a little more serious, darker.
"Oh? My father..My father, I suppose, was never a father figure to us. He always did his own thing and didn't seem to care about us. Senjuro and I were the only family we had, but no matter what kind of father he is, I hope he finds peace. Losing a loved one can be devastating, and I understand his anger. It's not just anger itself, it's the pain of grief and the struggle to cope with loss.”
"Right, I believe he experienced a lot, even what he neither needed nor wanted. I'm sorry if this is all too much for you..I shouldn't have dragged it into the topic." you whisper, but his smile only warms your heart even more, and you feel a sense of relief.
"I appreciate your attentiveness, but you don't need to apologize so much. It's truly refreshing to talk to someone who listens so well." he replies, fixing you a little better with the haori you were wrapped in like a granny.
"Remember that no matter what you're going through, you're not alone. We're all in this together!"
His words resonate deeply within you, and you feel a renewed sense of hope and strength. With a small smile, you settle back into your spot by the fire, feeling comforted and at peace.
You were overwhelmed with gratitude and struggled to find a way to express it adequately. Though you had thanked him verbally countless times, you knew those words didn't truly capture the depth of your appreciation, so you reached out your hands and embraced him tighly, feeling the warmth of your shared bond radiating in between the two of you.
„Thank you, Sir Rengoku, I really mean it.“
„Kyojuro!“
„Kyojuro, right, right! No need to be so scary!“ You cackled at his boisterousness.
It was a warmth that surpassed even the cozy embrace of that haori of his and the flickering flame of the campfire. This hug was the truest expression of your gratitude, to which he chuckled at heart.
„Although your parents may not fully support your dreams at the moment, it's important to persevere and not give up easily. Keep working hard towards your goals, and someday you'll achieve the victory you're seeking!"
You didn't even have a chance to glance at the time before your eyelids fluttered shut, the darkness engulfing you like a soft blanket. For what felt like hours, you slept soundly, lulled by the distant calls of nocturnal creatures like night owls who praised the moonlight over the world once again.
When you finally stirred, the first rays of dawn caressed your face, welcoming you back to the world of the living. You felt as though you were cradled in the arms of a loving parent, far softer than the rough bark of the tree you had leaned on before drifting off. As your eyes opened, you were momentarily disoriented, wondering where the fire and the tree had gone. Instead, you saw an endless blue sky stretching out above you, and a road stretching out ahead like an invitation.
"Good morning!“ Rengoku's booming voice broke through the peace once again, his strong arms carrying you effortlessly towards the entrance in a flash. The Butterfly Estate.
As you emerged into the light, you were greeted by the warm smiles of your companions, including Tanjiro and his playful friends. They welcomed you with open arms, thrilled to see you up and about once more. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that you were safe in their care.
However, as you stepped into the main hall, you were immediately greeted by a chorus of playful teasing, which were not to your liking.
"Ooh, looks like Kyojuro has found himself a new lady friend!," Kanzaki giggled, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"I see you've taken to carrying your companions around like princesses, Kyojuro," Kocho remarked dryly, though you could detect a hint of amusement in her voice.
The Flame Hashira merely chuckled, having those sparkling eyes wide open. "Our fellow Hashira was exhausted after the battle, and I didn't want to risk injuring her further by making her walk," he explained, his arm still wrapped protectively around your waist.
“So, Kocho, could you please double-check her just to be safe? Though I am confident that everything is intact. I made sure to pay attention to all aspects of the situation.”
The others exchanged knowing looks, their teasing continuing in good-natured ribbing. Despite the initial embarrassment, you found yourself laughing along with them, feeling grateful for the camaraderie and lightheartedness in the midst of such grave circumstances.
You reached out and gently touched his hand, feeling a surge of admiration for the Hashira who had taken you under his wing, your mind buzzing with possibilities, knowing that your journey as a Demon Slayer was only just the beginning.
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F!Reader x Hashira : Bedroom Shenanigans
The following is VERY VERY filthy indulgence/hcs about the Hashira wanting to c*m inside you... and it's not SUPER polished/long!
Per no request, but I HAD to write this!!!
This excludes Muichiro, Shinobu, and Mitsuri. I still find myself struggling to write for Muichiro;;;
TW: concerning pregnancy; both the reader and Hashiras below are wanting to/plan to have a family.
You've been warned!!
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Rengoku
You look so pretty, bouncing up and down on his cock with renewed vigor, your climax close at hand. He has one hand on your chest, the other gripping your hip to keep you balanced. He could tell that you were seconds away from losing yourself to the pleasure.
You glance down at the fiery eyed man, with your own glazed-covered eyes," I-Inside... ahhn! Kyo, do you--? Nnn, I need you to c-cum inside!"
A sudden thrust upward has you squealing, Kyojuro's pupils blown widely,"...are you sure about that, love?"
You're honestly babbling by this point, tongue threatening to loll outward as you roll your hips," K-Kyojuro... PLEASE..."
With a swift movement, your positions are shifted. You could barely register what happened as your legs are pressed to your chest. Rengoku wastes no time, and mercilessly thrusts into you. He's panting as you wail for him, toes popping from how violently and rapidly they curl.
"...careful when playing with fire, my love..." He grunts as his rhythm becomes erratic, his high rapidly approaching," I-It'll be hard to put out this blaze...!"
A thundering ecstacy overcomes the both of you, but your heart skips a beat in mild panic. Your eyes mirror Kyojuro's blown out pupils, as you realize that his cock hasn't wavered in the slightest.
"...I'm sorry my dear, but once is simply not enough... I MUST have you again. And again...," he articulates his motives with deep, slow thrusts, sending you and your throbbing cunt reeling.
"A-And again... so I can see you with my children..."
You gasp as Kyojuro picks up the pace, stammering," Ch-Children???" You repeat, to ensure he meant the plural version.
Kyojuro grins, deviously fired up," C-Could we really stop with just one?"
Tengen
"F-Fuck!!" You cry out, the slapping of skin on skin making you see stars. Your partner, Uzui, mercilessly pistons into you with reckless abandon. You glance back at his furrowed brows, face knit with concentration. You know he's holding out for you.
"U-Uuuu... uhhgh~ Uzui, you can--"
You feel your cheeks getting pinched by Tengen's large fingers, as he forces you to look back that the mirror before you. You gasp as you take in the sight of your man doubled over you, doggy style. It was enough to make make core's tension threaten to snap.
"What's that, Y/N~? You'll have to be louder than that- hah--f-for me to hear you!"
You clamp down around his cock, making him slow down and groan from how tight you were.
"C-Cum...," you pleaded quietly," C-Cum inside, please... I-I want you, Lord Tengen..."
Tengen blinks, pausing for a moment as he takes in what you said. He looks across the room to his other 3 spouses: Suma, Hina, and Makio. The three women look just as surprised, before Hina sits up. Intrigued, she smiles genuinely.
"Lord Tengen, do as you wish... but we'd love to see that, too." Makio is just as interested, her legs squeezing together as she watches your display heatedly," Y-Yeah, Uzui... you should--"
"K-KNOCK HER UP, LORD TENGEN!!!," Suma practically shrieks, making Uzui snort and Makio slap her back.
You didn't get a chance to laugh at the antics before you feel Tengen move again. You felt like your knees were gonna give out before your husband did!!!
Without any further prompting, he relentlessly gets back to business, approaching his climax.
"W-Well, if the four of you want children so badly-- I'll be sure to knock each and every one of you up, until you're plump and full with my-- agh, fuck!!"
Uzui couldn't finish his rambling before painting your insides white. And you certainly weren't complaining about that...
Sanemi
"...you want me--"
"Yeeeeesss~?"
"--to come inside of you?" Sanemi says incredulously, holding you firmly in a mating press. You were biting your lip, nodding enthusiastically. Sanemi's expression shifts from that of his normal mischief to something more serious. His hands tremble before gripping your thighs tighter.
"...then say it. Say it again." The tone shift catches you off guard. You're surprised, as you swallow dryly. Between the change in him physically and vocally, you felt a little sheepish.
"I-I... I want you.... t-to..." You gasped as you felt Sanemi's hot length grind against your bare cunt, his tip brushing your clit.
"Say it so I know you mean it." Sanemi says firmly. Though he was trying to save face, you could see the crack in his facade: he wanted NOTHING more right now than to make a family with you. And it was taking every ounce of restraint to not sheath himself inside you without confirmation.
You pleaded louder, practically begging him to cum inside of you, before a quick thrust disrupts your rambling. Sanemi, winded, repeats himself.
"A-Again... fuck, baby! Tell me what you want...!" You were practically wailing his name as your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life.
"K-Knock me up, 'Nemi!!!"
Repeated, heated mantras erupted from the both of you as Sanemi did as you pleaded. You'd be if you could stand tomorrow.
And neither of you could be happier.
Obanai
"N-Now now, you're getting too-- excited, Y/N," Obanai teases, his widened grin betraying himself. The both of you were fairly worked up, Obanai's tenacious thrusts making the two of you more than desperate for release. You braced your hands against the wall as you were claimed from behind, knees buckling.
" Hah-- you are too!" You choke back, a wanton trail of moans following your back talk.
" Ahh-- O-Oba...nai!!" The serpent pillar looks all too pleased, relishing the sounds that your voice and body made as he fucked you. But, it's what you said next that made his hips stutter to a halt.
"Mmm... inside...? Obanai, do you... w-want to cum inside?"
The man looming over you freezes, seemingly reeling from your question. How could you ask something so innocently, when that could hold so many joys and consequences behind it... It was enough to make his heart beat faster, his mouth hanging open silently.
You instinctively reached back, straining to grab a hand that tightened on the flesh of your ass. You smile back at him, head falling against the wall," I-It's okay... if we aren't ready for it..."
When Obanai pulls out, you're suddenly pulled backward, leaving you no time to whine or register what's happening. You're stumbling and stammering as you're dragged away towards Obanai's room. Your hastily moving partner, with flushed cheeks, hisses something quietly... but you don't sense any venom behind it... but more of a feverish, excitable energy.
"I-If I'm going to claim you like that-- I'm going to do it more properly."
Gyomei
Gyomei, though he was chasing the familiar feeling in his gut, was still so tender with you. He had let you be on top, allowing you to fully controll the situation (and how much you could handle).
Your head was tossed back in ecstacy, a quiet mantra of his name falling from your lips. From the way your skin glistened with sweat, to the way that tears were streaming down your own cheeks... he was totally enamored with the sight before him.
It wasn't until he felt you grasp one of his hands that he snapped back to reality. You guided his hand to the protrusion that his cock caused in your abdomen, smiling blissfully.
"D-Do you... would you... want to replace this bump... with a-another one?"
Gyomei's eyes widen, and instantly, tears start to flow more freely than before. He keeps his hand there, thrusting upwards gently as he takes over. You could barely think or hear as you hear a fond response.
"I-I want... nothing more!!! And I'll give it-- my everything, to you, Y/N!"
Giyuu
The raven haired Hashira was enjoying himself thoroughly, a hand placed on the top of your head to push you down just a tad more... You had taken his cock well so far; what's a little more?
You gurgled as you did your very best, knowing that Giyuu was going to approach his orgasm faster than you could keep up with. You tapped his thigh to let him know you needed air, and begrudgingly, he obliged, hand coming up to stroke himself.
"W-Wait, don't--! I want it... I want it somewhere else," you blurt out, taking your quiet-natured partner by surprise.
"Where do you need it, then?" Giyuu attempts to ask calmly, though a pleased groan breaks up his usual monotone.
You lean back, flat on your back, legs spreading," ...inside? A-And don't pull out this time... I want you... all of you... inside me."
For a moment, Giyuu's hand stills, as his face goes blank. And for a moment, you're sure that you've messed up, before Giyuu practically throws himself on top of you. He wordlessly aligns himself to your sopping, wet heat, looking to you with an intense, profound love.
"S-Sorry in advance-- too close," Giyuu grunts, before fully sheathing himself inside of you. You reel from shock, not expecting his cock to kiss your cervix so suddenly. The normally tender, sweet man was taking you like an animal... and honestly? You were more than okay with that.
And from the looks of it, he was going to take you over and over again, until he felt that you were entirely too full.
"Y-You'll be perfect-- you're so aahh-- ...'mazing!" Giyuu would praise between heavy pants," I-I'm going to make you a mother-- hah-- I-I'll make sure of it!"
#demon slayer fanfic#demon slayer hc#demon slayer imagines#kny hc#kny imagines#kny fanfic#x f!reader#sanemi shinazugawa#rengoku kyojuro#uzui tengen#gyomei himejima#giyuu tomioka#obanai iguro
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Overworked
Rengoku x F!reader
Genre: angsty fluff?
*Modern au*
Kyojuro walked through the door after coming home from work, but noticing how you didn’t come to greet him when he walked in. He was slightly concerned but walked in the kitchen and saw Onigiri you made and left on the counter. “Did she make this for me?” Kyojuro thought.
He notices that the TV is still on, did you leave it on? Kyojuro was worried now as you never left the TV on if you weren’t in the room. He walked upstairs and into the bedroom and noticed your things on the bed, as if you’ve left your things then left somewhere. He walked into your shared home office and noticed you, slumped over on the desk sleeping. You worked in an office so you sometimes got very busy. Kyojuro knew that some nights you overworked yourself. He got your head off the desk so he can close your work program, making sure he saved everything. Then picked you up and to the bedroom. “My love why must you overwork yourself.”
Your rent went up so to help, you quit being a housewife and got a good paying job at the office and Kyojuro noticed how hard you’ve been working trying to help him. He wants you to understand that he can take of both of you with his job. But as you lay on the bed, Kyojuro sighs. He moves your thing to the floor as he joins you in bed, and pulls you in to cuddle and sleep.
#demon slayer#demon slayer fanfic#kyojuro x reader#rengoku angst#rengoku fluff#giyuu tomioka#sanemi shinazugawa#rengoku x reader#rengoku kyojuro#rengoku x f!reader angst
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𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧’ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ᥫ᭡
- kyojuro rengoku x reader | word count: 2.8k
— “my warm embrace”
▹ listening: warm embrace — chris brown
ఇ synopsis :: rengoku decides to take reader out on a romantic date; the date goes smoothly, though things get steamy once he takes her home.
ఇ cw :: nsfw, slight size difference, p*ssy eating, fingering, praise kink, oral (m -> f), slight fluff
“(Y/N)?”
You turned to the voice of a familiar hashira. With bright eyes, you gave him a soft smile and a wave.
“Good evening, Rengoku-san.”
Today was a special occasion; before leaving for a mission, Kyojuro had promised to take you on a date as a make up for his absence. For the occasion, you wore an elegant brown colored, cherry blossom patterned kimono, your hair tied in a neat bun with only two strands of curls peeking out, your makeup natural.
Walking up to you, he couldn’t help but stare in awe at your beauty, his cheeks flushed against his smile.
“My my.. you look beautiful, my little rose.”
You blushed at his compliment. “T-Thank you..”
He noticed you becoming shy at his compliment, a light chuckle leaving his smile before placing his finger under your chin and pulling you up for a gentle kiss, to which you reciprocated.
After a minute, he quickly pulled away to grab ahold of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
His voice beamed excitedly, “Well then, shall we get going? I have picked out a spot that I felt you’d absolutely adore!”
Your eyes shined in curiosity and excitement, cheeks coated in a shade of soft pink as you nodded.
The walk seemed to have lasted for a good while until your sight was pitch black, causing you to shriek.
“W-what are you—“
You stopped when you felt his breath fanning against your neck, leaving a gentle kiss on it before reaching towards your ear.
“Do not fret, my love. I have a surprise for you.~”
You felt your cheeks growing warmer, but nevertheless you meagerly trusted that he wouldn’t let you fall or hit something. With gentle steps, Kyojuro reached the surprise destination as his hand left your closed eyes.
“Now, open your eyes!”
Slowly opening your eyes, your hands found themselves covering your mouth as a gasp left your lips. The surprise spot was on a hill top near the park, a quilted blanket spread across the grass, a picnic basket and flowers standing atop the fabric.
You were speechless. “K-Kyo I.. I don’t know what to say.”
Rengoku let out a sigh of relief, followed by a nervous chuckle. “I-I may not be the best at surprises, but I hope you like—“
His sentence was interrupted when he felt your body weigh against his, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him in for a hug.
“I love it! Thank you so much!”
Pulling away, you stood on your tippy toes and left a gentle kiss on his cheek, causing his cheeks to blush.
“Y-Yes, of course. I’m glad to hear you love it.”
His hand still held onto your waist as his orange-red eyes stared down at yours, his lips forming a soft smile. Little did you know, he was trying so hard not to steer attention towards your slight cleavage peeking out of your kimono. Not that you mind, anyway.
Smiling, you pulled out of his hold to take his hand, dragging him up the hill towards the picnic spot. When you reached it, you bent over, crawling on all fours towards the blanket. Rengoku flushed as he caught sight of your ass, though he didn’t dare make any sudden moves out of fear you’d grow uncomfortable. He wanted to make sure this date started off and ended right.
Soon as you got on the blanket, he’d follow suit, sitting next to you while the picnic basket was placed in the middle and the bouquet of flowers standing atop of it.
He picked up the flowers and passed them down to you. “These are for you, my little rose.”
You squealed at the bouquet, blush coating your cheeks. “Awwh, these are beautiful, Kyo. Thank you~!”
Taking the bouquet in hand, you swiftly sniffed them before setting them aside to open the basket. In it were some of your favorite foods placed neatly in hardwood benko (Japanese lunch box).
Not only were you surprised by how neatly organized it was, but also that Rengoku actually paid attention to what you like and didn’t like in regards to food; you were a picky eater, after all.
The Flame Hashira saw how amazed you were, a prideful smile forming his lips. “I had some help from Shinobu-san and Kanroji-san on what you liked.“
You flushed, silently thanking the girls for helping out with such a surprise.
Taking out a box, you set it on your lap and carefully open the top, your mouth immediately watering when you see a set of 6 Gyoza, Onigiri, and a piece of sweet bread.
“Whoa, this looks so good!”
Rengoku chuckled while getting his bento box filled with sweet potatoes (his fav).
“You can thank the girls for putting together such delicious food. Please, help yourself and eat to your heart’s content!”
頂きます (Itadakimasu)
Grabbing your chopsticks, you grabbed a dumpling and forwarded it to your mouth, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as the taste and mixed flavors met your tongue.
You enjoyed the solitude of eating your food in peace until–
“UMAI!”
You turned to see Rengoku happily eating his sweet potatoes, followed by another “UMAI!”
This prompted you to do something silly; you took a bite of your onigiri and softly proclaimed, “Umai!”
You both giggled at the other’s silliness, leaning in to graze heads as you happily ate your food.
—
The date went really well. You and Rengoku shared deep, thoughtful conversations about how far you’ve come since the beginning of your respective journeys as Hashiras, your relationships with each other and your families/friends. He had also shared about the death of his mother and how it led to his father’s depression and alcoholism; despite being angry and wanting to give his dad a piece of your mind, you couldn’t help but emphasize in his grief as you had also lost your parents due to disease. For you, it was refreshing to hear another person sharing their experience with grief and acceptance, feelings that both you and Rengoku had in common.
The conversations would continue on the journey back to the Rengoku family minka. Fortunately, his father and younger brother Senjiro weren’t at home, so y’all had the home to yourselves. Letting go of your hand, Kyojuro stepped aside to let you in first. “Welcome to my humble abode. Please, come on in.”
You softly thanked him before excusing yourself inside. For whatever reason, you couldn’t help but feel anxious.
As if he had read your mind, Kyojuro laid a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Do not worry, my little rose. My father and brother are not at home.”
You sighed in relief, the tension in your body diminished. Opening your eyes, you analyzed the home, staring in awe at how beautiful the interior was. You could tell that some of the design and decor belonged to his mother, envisioning the memories Rengoku had with his family before her passing.
Suddenly, you felt a chill course your body, causing you to shiver. “Brr– Goodness, it’s cold.”
You shivering soon stopped when you felt his haori wrapped around you like a blanket.
“There. This should keep you warm until we reach my bedroom. Come, this way.”
He took your hand and walked through the halls to his room. The warmth of his hand on yours made your cheeks heat up, leaving you wondering how it’d caress your body.
You didn’t realize he stopped walking because a quiet gasp left your lips as you accidentally hit his back, causing you to stumble backwards. With swift precision, Rengoku’s hand was now on your lower back, your petite self sat on his knee.
He looked down at you with worry. “Are you okay, darling?”
“Y-Yes, I’m.. fine,” you stuttered.
The close proximity of your bodies made you heat up once more. Your noses touched, breaths mingled.
Rengoku noticed the closeness as well, his cheeks flushed. He knew it’d be wise to remain a gentleman and help your way up to the bedroom, but his sensual thoughts refrained him from such sense. Since the start of the date, he couldn’t help but wonder how your body felt when pressed against his, his arms holding you in a warm, protective embrace as you made gentle love.
Pulling you close, he closed the gap and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was slow, but passionate.
As one hand remained on your lower back, his other hand trailed up to your hair and un-did the bun, letting your hair fall so he’d caress his fingers through the thick curls. The kiss would soon deepen as his tongue slid across your lips before making its way in your mouth, dancing in rhythm with your own.
“K-Kyo~” You moaned, your hands gripping his shirt.
He growled, and without breaking the kiss, he picked you up and made his way to his bedroom. You hadn’t heard the sound of the sliding doors close as you were lost in the kiss. Laying you down against the soft sheets, he pulled you up slightly so your chest was pressed against his. Feeling your breasts hug each other against him made his c*ck throb behind the fabric of his pants.
You were the first to pull away from the kiss to take a breath, a trail of saliva connecting your lips.
“My little rose, you are so breathtaking. I cannot take how intoxicating you are,” he praised, his orange-red eyes burning with desire.
Biting your swollen, wet lip, all you could muster out was a whimper. Seeing your soft, lewd expression made him yearn for you once more. His lips latched on your neck, leaving small love bites against your sensitive spots, making your body squirm in his clutch.
“K-Kyo, mmgh.”
He smirked, loving how your body was weakening under his touch. His kisses trailed down further to your chest, his hands working to undo your kimono.
“Haah, so cold,” you whined at the chilling breeze hitting your nipples, your hands swiftly rose up to cover your exposed breasts.
Rengoku chuckled, finding your shyness adorable. Though, he wasn’t gettin’ you off the hook as his hands clutched on your wrists, rising ‘em up above your head.
“Don’t hide from me, my darling flame. I want to see all of you~,” he purred, licking his lips as his eyes trailed down at your lower body. You were about to say something, but squealed when you felt his lips latch onto your breasts, his teeth gently grazing your nipples before sucking them.
“A-Aah,~” your head fell back against the pillow, your wrists still trapped in his hold.
He’d switch from one breast to the other, his hand fondling with one of them while the other made its way between your legs, his fingers gently grazing your cl*t. The move made you jump, followed by slightly loud moans and whimpers.
“N-No, not there,~” you cried.
The Flame Hashira groaned, his lips leaving your breasts as he proceeded down to your p*ssy. Though your kimono still stood in his way, his free hand pulled it down and off you completely, exposing your wet entrance. By this point, this man already lost his mind. His breathing quickened as he felt his mouth water at the thought of your taste.
Deciding not to waste time, he rose your legs up to his shoulders and kneeled down to rub his nose against your cl*t, taking a quick swiff of your scent before gliding his tongue through your p*ssy. And just like that, he was nipping, sucking, and lapping you up like he hasn’t eaten all day.
“A-AH~ oh my g-god!”
Your once soft moans suddenly became high-pitched and loud, nearly screaming at how good his tongue worked your p*ssy. His c*ck twitched at the lewd noises, knowing damn well you, too, was losing your mind.
The vibrations of his growls caused your body to twitch, sending your juices squirting all over his face. Smirking, Rengoku licked up the remaining juices, your taste lingering in his tongue as he pulled away, leaving him breathless.
“You taste so delicious, my little rose. I may need to eat you out more often,” he purred, his voice deep and hoarse as he leaned in to kiss you again. You tasted yourself against his tongue, but you didn’t seem to care.
All you wanted was for him to fuck you.
Your hands traveled from his chest down to his crotch, toying with his trousers ‘til they fell down, exposing his c*ck. Opening one eye, you were shocked to see how hard and veiny it was, his red tip oozing with pre-cum. Just imagining it sliding into your p*ssy and fucking you raw turned you on once more, your walls tightening in excitement.
“K-Kyo.. Please, take me,” you cried in between kisses.
He growled, his teeth nipped your bottom lip. “God, I cannot focus with those lewd noises leaving your mouth. Yet when I look at your face, you look more radiant than ever.”
The Flame Hashira proceeded to position his tip against your entrance, eager to fill you up. His hands freed your wrists before gripping your waist and slid your down, watching as his c*ck disappeared inside you with ease.
Biting your lip, you muffled in a whimper, cheeks burning red as you clutched the sheets. Your walls clenched tightly around his c*ck, adjusting to his size.
Seeing your pleasured face got him throbbing inside you, breathing heavily as he slowly began to thrust into you.
“F-Fuck, little flame. You feel so good, it’s too much for me to bear,” he hissed, his forehead and chest glistening in sweat as he quickened his pace.
You tried to say something, but moans and whimpers were all that came out, your hands clawing his back. Your toes curled from the hard thrusts against your g-spot, your eyes tearing up from the ecstasy as you watched his cream coated c*ck slide in and out of you.
“K-Kyo,” you cried. “I’m so close. Please make me cum.”
You felt a knot forming in your stomach, indicating that your climax was near.
Rengoku growled, his hands caressing your legs before holding ‘em up to his shoulders, quickening his pace as he pounded you hard.
“Cum for me, princess,” he whispered against your ear, nipping at your earlobe.
You mewled, your nails digging deep into his skin until finally reaching your climax, juices squirting all over his c*ck, some dropping onto the sheets.
The Flame Hashira pulled you in for a deep kiss as he, too, reached his end, filling you up in his warm seed.
Both of you shook from your highs, moans and groans muffled in the kiss before eventually pulling away, a trail of saliva connecting your wet, swollen lips. Breaths mingled together as the two of you stared at one another, faces flushed and the smell of sweat and sex lingered on your bodies.
“I love you,” he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek.
A soft smile formed your lips, melting into his warmth.
“I love you too.”
Rengoku chuckled, a relieved smile plastered on his face before leaning down to place another chaste kiss on your lips. He pulled his c*ck out of you, seeing his cum seeping onto the sheets.
“Oh my– I’ve made quite a mess of myself,” he flushed in embarrassment.
You giggled. “It’s not the first time, you know?”
His embarrassed expression was gone soon as he let out a booming laugh. “Touché”
Turning to the other side of the bed, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in a warm embrace. Your hands and face pressed against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat ringing your ear.
“I can hear your heart beating,” you whispered.
You felt his chest vibrate from his chuckles.
“That’s because you make my heart race, my dear. Every time I’m around you, every moment we spend together, you set my heart ablaze.”
You flushed at his words, flattered by his declaration. But, he didn’t stop there.
His arms tightened around you, holding you close into him.
“Despite my hectic schedule in fulfilling my duties as a Hashira, the least I’m willing to do is make time for you. You are, and always will be, my first priority.”
♡
ପ 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱.
ఇ a/n :: FINALLY, the time has come I’ve posted a flame boi fic. ngl this was prolly the longest fic i’ve written (literally, like 12 pages o_o ). i was lowkey finna give up lmfao
ఇ taglist :: @tojibreedingme
ఇ requests: open ✓
i hope you’ve enjoyed! (꒪˙꒳˙꒪) <3
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It’s something about being caged by his arms with your back pushed up against a wall. Nowhere to run. Head swimming and gaze averted while he leans in. Your knees wobble because he radiates heat, and he smells like petrichor and smothered fire and the crackle of thunder. And when he huffs into the crook of your shoulder, the fine hairs covering your body stand at attention. Raw tingles skitter up your limbs, eyes hooded, breath corked in your lungs, pupils dilated. You don’t know what to do with your hands, and they ache with the need to reach out and touch. To see if his hair is as soft as cotton candy clouds. If his lips are delicate like the rose petals they resemble. But you know you can’t because he’s not yours.
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TLC (Tender, Loving Care) - Modern AU! Senjuro x Reader
I'm in a fluffy mood at the moment, so why not make a story featuring a sick (Y/N), and a caring Senjuro Rengoku? My friend on Discord suggested that I should go with him, and this dude is severely underrated, so it works. He's a really caring guy, why wouldn't this suit him? Also, he's gonna be older in this, like early 20s or so, just like his brother :)
Be forewarned, there is vomiting included in this story. So if you're squeamish about someone blowing chunks, highly suggest you leave.
Gif by @mizurei and border by @mikeykuns
You vomited at the trashcan that was next to your bed, blowing out chunks of what you ate yesterday. Once you finished throwing up, you plopped right back onto the pillow. Fuck... out of all times to be sick, why now? My nose is so stuffed that it feels like I can't breathe. This sucks. You thought as you did a soft sniff.
She then heard the sound of someone knocking on her door, and she shouted out, her voice sounding hoarse and scratchy, "Come in." The door opens and the person behind the door is revealed to be a man with fire-like hair, yellow eyes, red irises, and white pupils, and black forked eyebrows. Along with a face mask to protect himself from getting sick. "H-Hey, (Y/N). How are you feeling today?" The young Rengoku asked her.
She sighed as she responded to him, "Like crap. My nose feels so stuffed, that I can't breathe, my lungs feel like they're on fire, and my throat hurts because I keep throwing up. Long story short, I feel like hell right now." She summarized as she softly sniffed again. "Oh... Well, sorry to hear about that. Do you want me to make you anything?" (Y/N) violently coughs as she says, "Yeah... Sorry. Can you make me some soup? I think that would make me a little better."
The young Rengoku nods as he says, "I'll see what I can do." He saw her smiling as she softly spoke, "Thank you." and closed the door. Senjuro briefly exhaled as he thought to himself, Okay Senjuro, time to do your duty as a brother-in-law, and take care of your sister! And so he marched to the kitchen to fix (Y/N) a chicken noodle soup.
He opened one of the cabinets and took out a white plastic bowl, and rinsed it out with the sink. Once that was done, he puts the bowl on the counter and trotted to the pantry and turned on the light. He analyzed the rows of food that were filling the shelves, until his eyes caught a glance of cans of chicken noodle soup.
Once he grabbed it, he popped the top off and poured the soup into the bowl. He threw the can away, and grabbed the bowl and put it in the microwave for three minutes, and 30 seconds. As the timer was going down, he walked back to (Y/N)'s door, and knocked on it again.
(Y/N) shouts out again, "Come in." And Senjuro opens the door, peeking his head out. "I'm making the soup, is there anything you want me to do for you?" (Y/N) softly coughed as she looked to the right and grabbed a blue cup, and said, "Could you fill this up with ice and water, please?" She said in a way it sounded like she was losing her voice.
Senjuro nodded as he walked in, grabbed the cup, and said, "Anything else?" And she shook her head. "Thank you." He smiled under the mask from her saying thanks to him as he responded, "You're welcome." And cracks the door. (Y/N) lets out a wheezing laugh as she thinks to herself, He's such a good boy. I'm glad Kyojuro taught him right. She thought, sounding like a wholesome grandma.
Senjuro scoops ice up from the freezer and dumps it in the cup, and once it is halfway, he puts it under the water dispenser and waits for the cup to fill. He stood where for a prolonged moment until the cup was filled to the brim with water.
He puts the cup on the island as he stands in front of the microwave, waiting for it to beep. He softly clapped his hands together, and got on his toes as the timer on the microwave decreased. Once it beeped, he opened the microwave and took the bowl of hot soup out. He then grabs a plastic spoon, and slowly stirs the bowl, and softly fans it to make sure it isn't too hot for (Y/N).
He then picked the bowl, and your cup up as he strolled back to your door, and softly pushed the door open. He put her cup right next to her on the mini table, as he grabbed the chair next to him, and sat down in front of her. He scooped up the soup and said, "Open wide." and she opened her mouth for him to pour the soup into her mouth.
She chews the noodles and swallows them, softly coughing once she finishes it. Senjuro asked her, "How is it?" and (Y/N) glanced at him and responded, "In the words of Kyojuro, tasty. I would scream it out, but my throat hurts too much." She said as she softly laughed, and so did Senjuro. He continued to feed (Y/N) more of the soup, until she told him to stop. He puts the bowl on the mini table, and grabs the cup as he says, "Are you thirsty? If so, sit up for me, please."
She sits up from the bed, and was about to give her a waterfall but she grabbed the cup from his hands. "I may be sick, but I can do this on my own." She said as she took a sip of the cup. "But, thank you. You're doing a good job taking care of me." Senjuro smiled under the mask as he bowed down to her and said, "Anything for my brother's wife."
(Y/N) then pats his hair as she says, "You'd make a great husband, you know that, right?" Senjuro blushes at the thought of it. But in hindsight, she was right. His brother taught him how to treat others with respect, and how to treat others when they direly need them. Feats like that are what make a great friend, and a spectacular significant other.
She put the cup back on the mini table as she laid back down on the pillow and said, "Thank you for feeding me that soup. It feels like I can breathe through my nose again. My stomach and throat still hurt, but it's something." She said, smirking at him.
Senjuro smiled as he said, "Is there anything I can do for you?" (Y/N) looked at the flat screen in front of her, hanging on the wall as she said, "Can you turn on the TV? the remotes on the stand." And he nods. He stood up off the chair, and grabbed the remote. He sat back down on the chair and turned the TV on with the remote.
"What do you want to watch?" Senjuro asked (Y/N) as she responded, "I'll watch whatever you wanna watch. I'm not too picky about what I watch so long as it keeps me entertained." Senjuro as nods as he elicits a, "Hm." from his vocal cords.
A show popped up in his head, and he thought both of them would love it. He pressed the search bar on the remote, and slowly typed in The Spectacular Spider-Man in the search bar. Senjuro heard (Y/N) gasp as she said, "You like this show too?" He nods as he responds, "My brother showed me this when he was in his Spider-Man phase when we were both little. I liked the show, and the characters, the villains too." He said as he scrolled through until he stops at the 10th episode titled, "Persona".
He presses play and puts the remote down on the bed as she asks him, "Is this the episode where he gets the black suit?" "Symbiote, and yes it is. Sorry for my correction." Senjuro said as his eyes were glued to the TV. (Y/N) chuckled as she said, "You're such a nerd." making Senjuro elicit a nose laugh.
An hour and 32 minutes passed by as both of you watched the 13th episode, where Venom tried to attack Spider-Man's loved ones, them being Gwen Stacy and Aunt May. As they were watching the TV, Senjuro felt his stomach growl and stood up as he said, "I'm gonna get something to eat. Are you feeling any better to eat anything else?"
"If I'm going to be honest, probably not. Just go ahead and eat, I'll be okay." You said as Senjuro nodded and left the room. Such a good boy. You thought as you continued to watch the TV. However, you started to retch as you felt something in your stomach slowly coming back up. Oh no... you turned your body to the right, and left your head hanging on the side of the bed, and hovering above the trash can as you elicted a few retches before a wave of vomit launched out of your mouth.
The force of vomiting made your already sore throat made it hurt even more. The sloshy, mushy sound of the vomit going in the trash bag sounded so grotesque, it was something that would make anyone upchuck. You spit out a big wad of saliva as you look at the aftermath of you spewing out your stomach's content. The vomit was a golden yellow, along with a few bits and pieces of the chicken.
You spat out more saliva before you felt a second round quickly arriving, and you vomited again. Thankfully, it wasn't much, but it still hurt like hell. Senjuro barged right in to see you hanging your head above the trash can as you looked at him with tears in your eyes. "S-Senjuro... Help me..."
Senjuro quickly scurried to you as he lifted you back up to the bed, and put your head on the pillow. "I'll go get a towel, and some medicine! J-Just, hang on okay!?" Senjuro said as it sounded like he was panicking as he ran back out of the room. Your entire body was shaking as you were lying down, waiting for Senjuro to come back.
Someone up above... please help me gain the strength I need to overcome this... (Y/N) thought as tears started to down both sides of her face. Please... Senjuro came back with a wet small towel, and a bottle of pills. He puts the wet cold towel onto (Y/N)'s head, and opened the cap of the bottle. He pours one tablet out as he says, "Open your mouth." and she obeys him.
He puts the tablet in her mouth and grabs the cup of water and pours a appropriate amount in her mouth, and she closes it as they both hear the sound of her swallowing it. "The effects might take a minute to kick in. I-I think it's best if you sleep for the time being." (Y/N) nods as she says in a feeble, hoarse tone, "Okay..."
Senjuro puts his hand on (Y/N)'s covered body, and pets her as he reassures her, "It's gonna be alright. You can get through this. I know you will." smiling under the mask. (Y/N) looked at him as she moved her arm, and grabbed his hand. "Th-Thank you... for taking care of me..." her eyes began to close as she repeated the words, "Thank you... thank... you... that..." and then she passed out asleep.
A couple of hours went by, and it was now dark outside. Senjuro yawned as he started to get sleepy, but he didn't want to leave (Y/N)'s side. He wiped his eyes with his free hand. He already finished the entire second season of The Spectacular Spider-Man, and now he was watching Adventure Time. He checked his phone and read a text from his brother that he was coming, 30 minutes ago.
Where are you, brother? I can only stay up for so long... Senjuro thought as he wiped his eyes with his free hand. He yawns as he started to fade in and out of sleep. His eyes and neck were getting heavier as he lowers his head, and slowly closed his eyes.
That is, until someone knocked on the door. He lifts his head back up as he stood up, and slowly let go of (Y/N)'s hand. He leaves the room, and unlocks the front door to see that it was his younger brother, Kyojuro. "Big brother! I'm so glad you're here!" and hugged him. Kyojuro laughed as he says, "Nice to see you, too, little brother." And pats his back.
They both walk in as Kyojuro asked Senjuro, "Where's (Y/N)? Is she still sick?" Senjuro pointed at the cracked door and said, "She's in there. And yeah, she's still sick. But I've been taking care of her while you we're gone." Kyojuro pat his back as he said, "Thanks, man."
Senjuro smiles under the mask as he says, "Anything... For my older sister-in-law. Excuse me." He said as he yawned mid-sentence. "Oof, sounds like she took a toll on you." Senjuro rebutted, "No, I've just been staying up for too long, that's all." Kyojuro hummed as he said, "Either way, you sound tired. Go upstairs and get some sleep. I'll take care of her for tonight." He said, scruffing up his hair.
Senjuro softly laughed as he said, "Okay, okay. You don't gotta mess up my hair for it." And started to go upstairs. As he was going up, Kyojuro said, "Hey." making Senjuro turn around. "Yes?" Kyojuro walked up to him, and wrapped his arm around his neck as he laid his head on his shoulder and said, "Thanks for taking care of my wife. I was kind of disappointed in myself for not being here. But, I'm glad she was being taken care of by someone like you." He said, with a smile on his face.
Senjuro pats his back as he said, "Anytime." They both stopped hugging Kyojuro said, "Now go upstairs and get some sleep." Senjuro chuckled as he gave him a two finger salute as he went upstairs to his room. Kyojuro then looks at the door of the room you were in, and peeks out to see you asleep with a towel on her forehead.
Kyojuro stepped back as he went to the kitchen and went into one of the lower cabinets to get a face mask. He puts it on, closes the cabinet, and softly opens the door as he sees Adventure Time playing on the TV. My brother still has taste... He then sits down on the chair next to her.
He heard her groaning as her hand started to move around, as if she was trying to grab something. He reaches his hand out to her, and she grabs it, forming a smile on her sleeping face. Kyojuro looked at her as he thought, You did good Senjuro... you did good. And started to watch the TV.
If you gagged while reading this, I sincerely apologize. But, that's all I have for you today. Until next time.
❤️👋✌️.
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𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖙. 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 「𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔬𝔨𝔲 𝔨𝔶𝔬𝔧𝔲𝔯𝔬」 ༉‧₊˚
content. f!reader. hurt/comfort, protectiveness, childhood friends to lovers, graphic descriptions of gore, major character injury, stalking, discussions of attempted sexual assault. multi-part series. not proofread.
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synopsis. it only takes a moment for your world to be flipped completely upside-down. an entire life of bliss has been rotated into one impactful moment of despair, and all you want is for someone to say that everything is going to be already - that it is going to be okay.
Kyojuro burst inside of the room, his calloused hands hovering over your unmoving body as he was stuck in time, frozen with contemplation of conflicting ideas moving forward. He could go after that demon, possibly stopping it from hurting anyone else - or he could stay with you, making sure that the demon didn’t come back to finish the job.
He decided on the latter, gently picking up your unconscious form in his arms as he examined the wounds peregrinating your arms, legs, torso, and neck. Blood leaked from some of the larger gashes in droves, splattering against the ground in a dark, crimson puddle. If he looked at the room closer, he would notice even more splotches staining the walls and floor.
The last time he had seen you look like this was when you had rushed from your estate on that dreaded night more than a decade ago. He never wanted to see you so distressed and distraught ever again - but he didn’t want to see you like this either.
He was careful not to make your wounds worse as he lifted you, carrying you into his arms towards your shared bedroom. He moved some of the larger blankets out of the way, propping your head up slightly on a pillow, before setting the rest of your body down.
The flapping of wings preceded Kaname landing on his shoulder, waiting patiently for any command from his master, who sat staring at your unmoving form. The only sign of life was the small shiver of your chest as it moved up and down shakily.
“Summon the Kakushi from the Butterfly Estate,” he spoke lowly. The crow didn’t hesitate, sensing his master’s anger as he soared through the open door, gliding across the air currents of the sky to reach the household at top speeds.
Kyojuro finally started to move, taking some of the bandages that you had stored in your room for after missions and wrapping them around a couple of the larger lacerations, putting pressure on the worst of them. His jaw clenched in a wave of muffled anger, as indirect and muddy as water - urging him to snap against the next person who does anything even slightly off.
Some of the wounds were far large for him to possibly handle by himself, requiring someone with much more specialized medical training to treat them - he knew he’d be looking into classes after this incident in case anything ever happen again - not as if he would ever let something like this happen again.
Small footsteps broke him out of his thoughts, his younger brother not hesitating to open the doors and walk through, settling on your opposite side. In his arms was an oversized basket, storing an array of bandages and ointments - which he immediately began wrapping around some of the ignored, smaller wounds. The older brother locked eyes with Senjuro as he worked - before they shifted down towards the untreated slash marks that crawled up his arms.
“Senjuro. Your arm-”
“It will be fine,” he stated bluntly, coldly even. The hashira had never seen the young boy act so brittle, not exuding his normal aura of energy and empathy. He was completely focused on cleaning and sanitizing the wounds the best that he could - with similar limited medical knowledge - nimble fingers drawing the bandages taut and checking through some of his older brother’s work.
Kyojuro realized his own hands had been trembling.
With swift and pounding thuds, two Kakushi attendants burst into the room with baskets of supplies, immediately accessing the situation and setting up for work. They respectfully tried to scoot the brothers out of the way, making an attempt to convince them to leave so they could have more space o work. Senjuro left begrudgingly, not wanting to impede the process, but Kyojuro only glared at them.
“I’m not leaving.”
The two attendants started to shake underneath the stare of the normally cheerful and charming hashira, not expecting the asphyxiating atmosphere he was giving off - but they knew the reason he was like this. Every member of the Corp that had run into the both of you - which wasn’t rare, considering the fact that you were practically attached - knew the kind of relationship you both had, being fiercely protective of one another.
It was like watching a lion stand guard over his lioness.
“S-Sir-”
“I’ll stay out of the way,” he huffed - and with that blunt statement, he sat down by your side, not to utter another word as he took your calloused hand into his own. The attendants gave each other a look, before shrugging and giving up, going ahead with their work.
They rewrapped some of the looser bandages that appeared to be neatly done - most of them being done by Senjuro - or cleaning those that were caked in blood. They applied special ointments to the edges of some larger wounds on your torso and neck to disinfect them, forcing a small groan of pain to escape out from between your lips.
He flinched violently at the sound, half of his instincts screaming at him to stop the attendants from moving any further, immediately throwing them out in an attempt to ensure no more discomfort. The other half wanted to do nothing but hold you in his arms, embracing you and surrounding you with his presence - protecting you with his own form - but he knew that was irrational. Instead, he sat there quietly, rubbing comforting circles into the skin of your palm.
“S-Sir - we’re done.”
He slowly looked up, nodding to the attendants as they bowed in respect, handing him a bag of what appeared to be extra ointment and bandages. Some instructions tumbled out of their mouths - about routinely applying ointment to wounds, rewrapping bandages every so often - only for him to mindlessly nod, barely paying attention to them as he watched the steady movement of your chest, assuring him that you were breathing and alive.
They made their way outside the door, closing it with a quiet click, knowing that the young man would want a private moment alone with his love. He hovered over your face with softened eyes, observing the small movement of your mouth as it parted - letting in small breathes that circled around your lungs, moving life in and out in a wave.
“Oh, my love…”
He brushed some of the sweat-slicked baby hairs out of your face, placing light kisses against your hairline. He dipped his fingers into a water bowl that had been placed to the side of the mat, wetting one of the cloths and folding it on top of the feverous skin of your forehead, before caressing the skin around the corner of your eyes and cheeks.
He leaned in slowly, kissing the bridge of your nose between your resting eyes. He cupped your cheek in one of his hands, tracing the beauty marks with his thumb before he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
“...you didn’t deserve any of this.”
Small droplets of salty tears started to leak from the corners of his burning eyes, landing on the flushed skin of your cheek. He wiped it off, trying to calm himself through his breathing, though it was all completely in vain. He had never felt so vulnerable, so wounded - despite the fact that it was not him that had been attacked.
So many emotions were processing at once - anger, sadness, fear, dread, frustration - almost too much for the poor man to handle on his own. He had seen so much shit throughout his entire career, things that had shaken him to his core - but he had never considered something would happen to his loved ones. He had an inherent belief that he would always be around to protect them - to protect you.
But he wasn’t there.
“Kyojuro,” an uncharacteristically soft voice spoke from the entrance of the room.
Shinjuro knew that his son was going to be very angry with him, and for the first time in many years - he couldn’t find the strength or will of ignorance to blame it on any of his own personal issues. He could’ve done something to intervene in the situation - the years of his work and training as a hashira not completely forgotten to time and his aging body. He shouldn’t have stood there like a fool as everything had come to a head, somehow taking him for complete surprise.
He had accidentally broken the only promise his late friend had ever asked of him - that if anything ever happened to him, especially in their line of work, to protect and take care of his daughter - a promise that he had asked with such fire in his eyes, it rivaled and moved the former flame hashira greatly.
The remnants of that shattered promise had been swept away so quickly within one night, very much like how the life of that man had been so easily taken from him within moments. It all came into full fruition as the girl under his care lay unconscious and badly wounded - as he didn’t even try to raise a finger to what hurt her.
“I do not want to hear it, father.”
That was the only thing he could muster, taking everything to hold himself back from yelling at his father. The room remained completely silent as the tension became thicker and thicker with each passing moment. Senjuro walked back in, sitting on the other side of your body and silently examining the work the Kakushi had done.
Shinjuro took a deep breath. “I know you’re upset with me, Kyojuro.”
The hashira tightened his fists in a blind rage, seething and completely at his own limit, startling his younger brother and turning around in preparation to unleash his anger - only to see the look in the eyes of his father. It was a look that he hadn’t seen in a long time, though it was one that he could recognize well - a look of compassion, regret, shame, and sorrow.
If only it hadn’t taken a situation like this to finally reach the heart of his father - one that had long slumbered in hibernation after the death of his mother. It had him pause in his fury, allowing his father to have another moment to speak.
“You have every right to be. I - I broke my promise to her father-”, he stepped forward, sitting near the end of the mat as he gazed at the young woman before him, the corners of her mouth downturned in an uncomfortable grimace. He frowned, but took a deep breath to collect himself, “-but we need to figure out what this demon wanted.”
His son could do nothing but nod his head, both agreeing with him and attempting not to cause a further argument - not now. He knew that his father was right, and was too emotionally drained to do anything other than press his mind to the brink of survival mode. To take the next step, and not think about what comes afterward.
The current and former hashira both tried to wrack their brains, searching for anything that had changed recently within the environment or the town - something that was even slightly off with someone or something - but they couldn’t seem to come up with anything on their own.
“They knew each other.”
The pair turned to look at the now outspoken Senjuro, who had been completely silent up until that point. He held onto your other hand, subconsciously rubbing his thumb against your own. The warmth that the scene brought grounded both of them, but didn’t surprise them at all.
Ever since Ruka passed away, Senjuro had been much more attached to you, following you around like a little duckling throughout every stage of your life. That habit never changed, with the both of you practically being attached at the hip. It had never been a problem, especially since the both of your adored one another - one of the many qualities that had enamored Kyojuro to you in the first place. It was now that they both saw how much you two truly cared for one another, with the normally shy and meek boy speaking confidently and boldly - a determined tone of voice driveling from his lips.
“What do you mean?”
The young boy froze, not even realizing that he had spoken out loud - but he knew that he needed to tell them the trust. That he knew something important that they were missing, something that could be monumental with tracking down the demon that had been tormenting your mind for almost a decade.
“I-I mean - he was talking about her father - and her as a little kid.”
Kyojuro and Shinjuro both took a moment, pausing. Their complexions paled as the sudden realization smacked them in the face. This demon knew you, and while it could possibly be the many monsters that you had seen on your journeys - what would be the likelihood that you hadn’t taken care of those without telling them?
No.
There was only one other beast that could possibly have been responsible for this.
The one that had murdered your family many years ago.
They both should’ve known.
There was a certain animosity that demons tended to create with every scene of decay and death that they left in their wake - but a long-time demon slayer could tell the stark difference between two things. A murder that occurs in cold blood, or a personal - gruesome murder.
And this was very personal.
Shinjuro rubbed his forehead in frustration, knowing that he should’ve pressed for more information in the past, but he always pushed it off because he never thought you were emotionally ready to recall such a gruesome night.
Kyojuro knew you had been trying to tell him something for weeks - he had grown up with you his whole life - but had been too busy to sit and listen to what you had to say, and you had probably put off speaking about it until it convenienced him. It made him grimace in regret.
He looked up to his brother, noticing something extremely off with the small boy - his hand was trembling, gripping onto yours tightly as his lip quivered, before leaning down and resting his forehead against your arm as he tried to calm his own breathing.
“Senjuro…” he started softly, making his way over to the side of the mat where his brother was sitting. “...is there something you’re not telling us?”
It was silent for a moment, the shaking in Senjuro’s body increasing tenfold as he tried to muster the courage to speak once again. He had been doing so good, and he knew that it was imperative that he says something, but the reality of the situation was becoming too much.
“...this is all my fault.”
Kyojuro looked at his brother for a moment, his features softening as he placed a comforting hand on the small of his back. The young boy peeked up at him, teary-eyed as Kyojuro managed a small, encouraging smile and silently urged him to continue.
He gritted his teeth. “I accidentally let the demon inside.”
“I-I heard some kind of noise from outside, and opened the window - and there he was.”
His breathing rate started to increase as a panic attack was beginning to come over him. “If I hadn’t done that, n-nee-san wouldn’t have jumped in to defend me-”
Kyojuro interrupted him with a calm, grounding voice. “Senjuro.”
The younger brother looked up as he continued to speak. “You know as well as I do that (Name) would go to the edge of the earth to protect you. It’s in her nature.”
Shinjuro shifted a bit from his place by the end of the mat, uncomfortably thinking about how much you resembled your late father - maybe not in appearance, you looked more like your mother - but you absolutely resembled him in personality and character. Always there to protect, always there to defend - without question. It was his biggest strength, as well as his biggest weakness - much like it was yours.
“N-Nii-san,” Senjuro whispered, voice wavering as he spoke with hesitation.
“When I looked through the door again-”, he took a deep, shaky breath, “-the demon was kissing her.”
His spine because alight with some kind of shock, causing him to sit straight up at attention as he listened dutifully to what his brother had to say. His expression was absolutely stupified, eyes widened and brows raised.
On the other hand, Shinjuro’s expression darkened steadily, his gut knowing exactly where this conversation was now headed. He had seen situations like this before, of demons that had truly demonstrated some of the darker parts of humanity - a situation his son had never looked upon so intimately before.
“I-I think…he was going to…”
It was at that moment that the atmosphere and tension shattered, Kyojuro stood up as he realized exactly what his brother was trying to say. His expression darkened to match that of his father but was far much worse. His expression could be described as animalistic, sparked by rage at the core of his very being. His arms shook, making sure that his sword was inside the sleeve because he knew what his next course of action was.
He made his way to the door.
“Kyojuro.”
He stopped momentarily, only humoring his father because he was not willing to listen to any chastisement or command in regard to this situation. He was going to handle this situation his way, no matter what anyone said.
“Kill him. I’ll make sure she’s safe.”
There was more anger in his father’s voice than he had ever expected, but the reason behind that was obvious. Despite his struggle with alcoholism and his anger, he still had some care for his family - which extended to the woman he saw as his future daughter-in-law.
He didn’t bother to nod or speak in agreement, running into the night as he started to follow the tracks that the demon had carelessly left behind in his rush to escape the estate. That mistake would be his doom.
This demon was going to pay with the aftershock of the storm that he had created.
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maybe this is NOT a universal experience and maybe i am just non-binary but it’s always ten times more satisfying to me when i read an x reader fic and it’s entirely gender neutral with no hint of any like stereotypical gender roles in a relationship like it’s actually the biggest joy in my life
#do i sound crazy#DO YOU GET WHAT I MEAN THOUGH???#like i feel like ppl write women a certain way in fics when they’re love interests#so you can always tell if it’s a fem reader even if they don’t specify#but like it’s like a little bundle of joy when everything is completely ambiguous#i read this delightful rengoku x reader multi chapter fic on ao3 and it was the height of luxury#i felt like i was ascending to a higher plane#i think that in fics a lot of people will still fall into the trap of like#writing fem readers a certain way or making a f/m dynamic a certain way#so it’s nice when i DONT see that#Ok i think this was like the ramblings of a senile old man#goodnight everyone…#nat says stuff
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Hey, its me again. I couldn't stop thinking about that Rengoku SFW. Are you taking requests?🥺👉👈....If so l would like to request a short read of Rengoku & fem!reader, where he finds her sad and depressed because she failed in her exam.
The themes should be a mixture of comfort & sweet fluff please....Oh pretty please😭😭...
If you can't manage to write it I'll understand ❤️.. Thank you in advance❤️❤️
Yess! Thank you for sending this to me! It's my first ask <3 <3 <3
I ended up doing this as soon as my coffee was done haha!
I hope you like it! Have a great day, @flametigress
WC = Less than 1k
C/W = Fluffy, comforting Rengoku, f!reader fails exam. Rengoku teaches her a new way to study.
RASPBERRIES IN THE PARK
You got out of your friend's car and started the short trek to your front door. Knowing that he was there, waiting to congratulate you on passing your exam, was breaking your heart.
He had helped you study for hours and hours. And at the end of the day, you'd not only let yourself down, you'd let him down.
"Pffoo. Rengoku? I failed. I'm a failure. I'm a big dumb, dummy." You practiced what you were going to say before walking into the house. "No, that's not ... ok. Rengoku? You're in love with an idiot and I hope you don't want kids because they'll be half me and I'm incapable of configuring complex thinking and applying that to {subject}. Geez, I'm not sure he'd even understand that sentence."
Opening the door you walked in to see the room brightly decorated; balloons hung from the ceiling like colorful stars, there was a creepy picture of your face on a shirt Rengoku was wearing, all crumpled and creased from him sitting in it.
You'd have laughed if you weren't trying so hard to ward off the tears.
As soon as he saw the frown on your face his arms were wrapped around you. "My little firefly. Did you not pass?"
Your face was smashed into his hard chest as you replied a muffled "Noooo!" Your body bounced in his arms as you sobbed.
"I just don't get itttt! We studied so hard. We studied so hard that you were starting to know the material! How could you know it and not me? You should have taken the stupid test for me. You're smarter anyway.”
The front of his creepy 'you shirt' was soaked with your tears now.
"Perhaps, flame, we need to implement a new method of studying? This style didn't work, so let's brainstorm. Let's get out of this house and find a different place to study.
"Awww, no more cuddles? You can't just kiss me until I'm all better?" You whined as he pulled away.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours in a tender kiss before pulling back.
"No, sweetie. We need to fix this problem, not distract ourselves from it." He whispered in your ear, "Later, later I'll make you forget all about this." He winked and you blushed. You always blushed. And he loves it.
He took your hand, helped you into his car and began to drive around.
"I'm sorry I failed you." You said, still not quite over the blow.
"You didn't fail me, baby. You did your best. And that's all I can ask for. We'll keep working and try again. I promise you, we'll figure it out." Reaching over, you grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it. "I love you, Kyojuro."
"I love you too, flame." He squeezed your hand back. "Now, where would you like to go for our study date?"
You sat back in your seat and pondered. "Hmmmm. Maybe the library? It's quiet and no one will bother us."
"That's not going to work for what I have planned. I'll take you almost anywhere else, though." His smile was so bright you had to look away for a moment.
You were well-versed in how loud he always is. But this was a little suspicious.
"For what you have planned? Kyojuro Rengoku. What are you up to?" You asked, feeling much better already.
"My little spark, I have an idea!" He got a playful look on his face as he pulled into the park.
He helped you out of the car and lead you to the grassy area.
The swans turned their attention to the two of you as he carried the blanket to a spot under a tree.
"Here. We'll continue your studies here. It's quiet. It's semi-private. No one will bother us. Does this work for you, love?"
You narrowed your eyes at him. You knew he was up to something, you just didn't know what. So, slowly, you nodded. The hair raised on the back of your neck as you tried to decode the look he was giving you. But you were at a loss here.
"Sit, my flame. Sit and we will begin!" He was always so excited about everything. It was actually quite contagious.
"Ok," he continued. "What is the process by which you can solve {problem}?"
You sat with your mouth hanging open and your brows furrowed. "WHAT?"
He laughed so hard you almost felt like it was at your expense. "I'm sorry, love. That's incorrect. Come here."
"Rengoku, this won't work. I don't know what you're talk-- oh my goddd! Ahaha! Kyo!"
He lifted your shirt and began to give you raspberries on your belly.
Your laughter echoed throughout the park. Music to his ears.
"What was that for!" You said wiping the tears away. But they were from laughing too hard, not crying.
"That's what happens when you get a question wrong." He smirked, obviously pleased with himself for thinking of this.
"What are you going to do when I get a question right?" You asked, tongue in cheek.
He smiled at you with a gleam in his eyes. You didn't know if it was just his eyes or the sun hitting them just right.
"That, my sweet inferno, I will have to show you at home." He raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.
"Huh? OH! Kyo! What are you waiting for! Help me learn this stuff, man!"
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WHY DOES TUMBLR KEEP GLITCHING/FREEZING EVERYTIME I TRY TO WORK ON MY RENGOKU FIC FOR HIS BDAY I JUST WANNA SHDJKFLKJHNEBVFGHJSKDJHBGVFCDFGTHYJMNBVAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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the better friend
f!reader x san x mingi ft ateez
smut | mdni
7.3k
a good friend lets a friend watch but a better friend lets him join
nsfw tags under the cut
idol!au, dom bf!san, switch simp!mingi (rengoku hair mingi because im weak for him), a teeny tiny bit of plot, san is an evil genius in this, biting, marking, exhibitionism/voyeurism (mingi peeping at reader and san), sensory deprivation (blindfold), suspicion of dubcon but it's cleared out, masturbation (m), oral (m), fingering (f), threesome with sangi, unprotected sex (don't do that kids), praises and degradation (good girl, darling, princess... but also slut, whore, etc), lots of begging, so. much. teasing, kitty slaps <33333 (san is the kitty slapper™), finger sucking (f & m), ruined orgasm (f), dumbification (reader and mingi are fucked stupid), sloppy seconds, cum play (lots of cum), multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation (m), facial (f), a bit of spit kink, squirting, lowkey wholesome ending (we love to see it)
this a sequel to the good friend but it can be read as a stand alone. you just have to know san and reader have been dating for a long time and mingi has been simping for reader for almost as long.
a/n: i really went all in tbh. i dont know what happened but like. this fic is filthy and I LOVE IT. also consider this our collective manifestation prayer circle to achieve barricade tickets for the upcoming tour <3
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Usually you wouldn’t watch the concert from the crowd. San said it would be too distracting to see you in the pit of faces along with the cheering crowd of entranced fans. Moreover, he could perform any song for you whenever you wanted, you simply had to ask. But you always argued it wasn’t the same looking from backstage because the angle was all wrong and the sound wasn’t as clear. And for the private concerts, they didn’t have the sparkly outfits and San didn’t have the same drive, the same aura he had on stage.
“Even with the best will in the world I can't cheer as loud and stroke your ego as good as a crowd of tens of thousands of Atinys chanting your name in unisson.”
San only sighed. All those points were indeed valid. And he had to admit defeat.
“Just this once, ok?” and you practically jumped in his arms and kissed him all over his pretty face which traded the deep creases between his straight brows and the pout for an amused smile on his lips. “But you gotta promise me to blend in” he said sternly, momentarily getting out of the array of kisses to make sure he got his point across. You nodded firmly.
“Don’t worry too much about it Sannie~” you said before hugging him again.
“Yeah…” he said and you felt his cheek lifting against yours once more. An idea blossomed within him.
***
The concert was insane. You were so glad you had finally convinced your performer boyfriend. Being there in the crowd felt so much different from backstage. There you could cheer and enjoy the show in a way that was so much more intense and raw. You screamed and chanted and sang. You did everything. Yeosang even waved at you and you waved back. But it all felt and looked like a normal fan to idol interaction. So you were doing a pretty good job at keeping your promise to your boyfriend.
Speaking of the devil, that man captivated you. His aura on stage was unparalleled. His moves were sharp, his eyes focussed, his voice powerful and stable. He was incredibly professional.
He perfectly conveyed every emotion of each act so perfectly. His delivery carried out sorrow and depth throughout the emotional songs and his moves inspired power and aplomb during the upbeat and energetic ones.
The fact that he still manages to surprise you every time with his talent and drive is incredible in itself. You were there every step of the way of his journey. You met a kid with a dream and now you stood in front of a man with passion.
And what a man he was. You couldn’t get enough of him, enough of the way he moved so effortlessly on stage, enough of the way his presence filled the venue entirely. You couldn't take your eyes off him. The way the tight black sleeveless top hugged his frame, how his broad shoulders moved and accompanied every beat, how the sweat rolled off his temples and neck to get soaked by the black fabric, how his prominent muscles flexed and relaxed, the way the light bounced off his glossy bronzed skin.
He was born to be on this stage of that you were convinced without the shadow of a doubt.
But curiously when you weren’t eyeing your boyfriend like candy you found your eyes weirdly gravitating toward another member… Mingi. Well, no it wasn’t that weird, after all Mingi was your friend, a very good friend. Yeah it was only normal that you wanted to witness him in his element too.
A friend cheering for a friend.
Everything was perfectly normal. Everything? Even the thrill you felt when he delivered powerful and incisive rap verses with that low voice that was his signature? Even the tingle you felt in your guts when you saw him perfectly execute the body waves? Even the heat rushing to your chest and face when you saw the way his flexible hips rolled and thrusted? Even the unquenchable thirst you felt when you noticed the way his lips rounded up around the water bottle as he threw his head back and swallowed in big gulps, droplets of sweat running down the column of his throat and dripping at the soaked ends of the bright orange and red hair? Yes! Normal! Everything. Just normal…
But what was it, that you felt your eyes locked with his and you noticed he was also watching you. A fleeting second that seemed to last for a lifetime, hung in between the tensed and humid air. A second that silenced the crowd around you. And as quick as your eyes met his, the contact was broken.
San once again smirked.
And the show went on.
***
When the show ended you waited a little for the venue to empty. Some people were still hanging around chatting excitedly about the fresh core memories they had made or taking selfies to ensure the memories stayed vivid for a long time. But you managed to sneak behind the barricades unnoticed.
You found the members exchanging and laughing at some minor unnoticed mistakes that happened that you didn’t even catch.
“Y/n-ah!!” Wooyoung was the first one to notice you. And he wrapped his arms around your nape lovingly. “How was the show? Did you like it? Who was the most handsome back there? Was it me? Don’t say San or I will get mad! It was me, wasn’t it?”
You only laughed returning his warm embrace.
“You’re lucky Mingi isn’t here when you get this handsy with y/n” Yunho remarked, crossing his arms on his chest. You and Yeosang were the only ones that appeared remotely confused by the statement.
“You mean San?” Yeosang asked, in an attempt to clear out the confusion but Yunho only shook his head.
“San doesn’t mind it as much.” Yunho added.
“Mingi is the one that only tolerates San being all touchy touchy with y/n” Seonghwa said, as he was removing his mic pack from his back pocket.
You were still very much perplexed but when you went back to look at Yeosang he was just nodding knowingly in approbation. You decided to not pay more attention to the strange exchange because you only wanted to congratulate San.
“Speaking of my wonderful boyfriend. Any idea where he’s hiding?”
Hongjoong shrugged as he looked around.
“San and Mingi already went back to the dressing rooms, I think” Jongho said.
“Thanks big baby” you said, ruffling his hair and fleeing instantly while you heard him complain about it in the distance.
Once you reached the hall of individual dressing rooms you rushed to San’s door ready to barge in before you heard a muffled conversation coming from the other side. You couldn’t make much of what was being said but you recognized the voices without a doubt. You decided to knock before letting yourself in carefully.
“Oh! y/n, baby” San rushed to you as soon as you entered while Mingi stood there and gave you a silent nod and an awkward half smile (the signature business smile as Yunho liked to call it). You returned the smile, perfectly mirroring Mingi’s awkwardness. “So how was the show?” San continued paying no mind to Mingi anymore, solely focussing on you.
“I’m gonna get going” Mingi said, somewhat hurriedly before walking past you and heading towards the door. Before closing it he exchanged a knowing glance with San who returned it with a nod, you tried to decipher the unreadable expression on your boyfriend’s face but to no avail. And your tall fire haired friend disappeared promptly behind the door. Something felt strange about the whole ordeal but you couldn't pinpoint it.
But after the tension you felt looking at Mingi during the concert you didn’t have it in you to bring it up, to bring him up. You wanted to focus on your boyfriend. That was the best thing to do… for everyone.
“So~ baby ~. Did you enjoy yourself?” San asked and he snaked his strong arm around your waist, his skin still had a light sheen of sweat about it.
“You were incredible!!” you said enthusiastically, trying your best to get rid of the outlandish feeling and the lingering guilt.
“Was I, huh? Really?” he said, curious to hear more. You knew how much San liked to be praised so you went on.
“You’re the performer of the century! Your voice was so good like baby your mic was ON!” San nestled his face in the crook of your neck.
“Go on” he said as he was planting soft kisses on your skin. His hands were now roaming your body sliding up your arms and down your spine to the small of your back and up again. He was really enjoying the praises, so much so that the atmosphere shifted again to feel a little heavier, a subtle change that you picked up on right away. After dating San for so long you knew him all too well to not know what the soft touches and gentle kisses on your neck meant. So you matched his energy. What better way to chase away Mingi’s memory than to let your boyfriend fuck you stupid until you could only remember his name and the way his cock felt inside you?
“Yes. You looked so focussed and you looked so good.'' Another kiss and another, slower, lingering, warm. “I couldn't take my eyes off you” you felt him smirk against your skin. That was a lie. He knew that but somehow that lighted a fire in him. And he threw a look to the ajar door of the dressing room.
“Fuck you smell so good baby” San huffed pushing his hardening cock onto your hip and you bit your lip to repress a moan. “It was so hard not to look at you while you were down in the pit” He breathed against your skin. “I wanted to make you step on that stage and take you right there.” He pushed his cock with more intent onto you. “I wanted everyone to see you. I wanted everyone to know what a good little slut you can be for me” This time the kiss had more teeth, you felt him bite onto your neck. “Can you imagine? All those eyes on you?”
This mere vision had you moaning and throwing your head back. In a flash your brain played it like a movie for you: you, sprawled out onto the stage, being a good girl for your boyfriend. Your face flushed and your folds glistening with need. While he pushed into you under the roars of the crowd. Under their gaze. Under his gaze. Mingi looking at you being fucked full of cock and cum. Mingi looking at you… The thought sent a wave of arousal through your guts and you felt your panties becoming uncomfortably wet.
“Fuck” San complained in a short breath, his rumbling voice bringing you back. “I want you so fucking bad” the urgency that laced his low voice made the carnal confession that much more real. The sexual tension was almost palpable.
“Then what are you waiting for?” you said teasingly, pressing your thigh up his groin and you felt him melt into the skin of your neck with a small gasp. You smirked, satisfied.
“Fuck baby you’re so so bad” he teased and extended his hand to the clothing rack of gaudy and studded stage outfits that was next to you. “I want us to play today” his fingers interlaced with a silk scarf that you believed belonged to one of Yunho’s fits from a previous stage. “What about a little sensory deprivation play? What do you say baby?” He asked, holding the makeshift blindfold.
You thought of it for a second. Any other time you would have jumped on the occasion but now… your goal was precisely to look at San to forget… well everything else. There’s really no telling what your imagination will run to if your eyes aren’t able to only take in the figure of your boyfriend. And that scared you a little bit. San sensed it right away.
“You know you can trust me right?” you knew that much of course you could trust him. But could you trust yourself?
“I know what you like, baby don’t worry. Let’s try something new, okay?”
“Okay” you finally exhaled.
***
Mingi didn’t know what he was still doing there. Hunched over and peeping through the small gap of the door like a creep. He should go, he should have gone a long time ago. That was just a crazy idea. What kind of friend just agrees when he’s asked to watch his friend and his girlfriend (who also happened to be his crush) fuck? He should have declined and left but no. He said yes. And he didn’t even think twice, didn't even question it. He just blurted yes like a pathetic simp that’s been waiting for the occasion forever. (That was true unfortunately but Mingi wasn’t ready to admit that to himself). Now San probably thought he was a weird fucking pervert. A fucking freak. But he wasn't…right? Right! Yeah, of course he wasn’t! So he should leave… He should leave like now. But he couldn't.
He couldn’t when he saw your face change as San buried his face into your neck. He loved the way your eyes changed when he saw San roll his hips against yours. The whole aura about you changed, your gaze darkened but also your voice. It became lower, more sultry. He couldn’t make out what you two were saying but he didn’t have to because the non verbal language was more than enough to understand the simple primal interaction that was happening between you two.
You were about to fuck…
When San grabbed Yunho’s silk scarf and held it to you. Mingi felt your hesitation but then an instant later San was carefully tying the silk ribbon at the back of your head. Not too tight just enough to keep you from seeing anything. And just like that in a second it was dark.
Mingi watched his friend guiding you to the vanity and you giggled playfully as his large hands snaked to your thighs and grabbed your ass to hoist you up the furniture, pushing the makeup products in the process, one lipstick rolling off the surface and on the ground. Neither of you both even realized and Mingi couldn’t care less especially now that San’s hand left your hip to turn around and signal Mingi to enter back into the room.
His heart sunk into the pit of his stomach. Was he really about to do that? Yeah of course he was. Because his body was moving on its own, feeling the irrepressible pull, the inexplicable magnetism he felt for you from that very first day in Gang-nam.
San’s hand moved to his lips to signal his tall friend not to make any noise. And as if he was floating Mingi found himself holding his breath and standing to your side ogling you hungrily as San focussed back on you. His hand leaving his lips to ride your skirt up your hips and revealing the black lace panties.
“Did you know we were going to do that?” your boyfriend asked and you didn’t need to see to know about the shit eating grin on his face. “Is it why you wore such easy-access clothes?”
You gasped and bit your lip. You couldn't see but you could feel. San’s warm hands on your thigh rose goosebumps on your skin. The heightened sensations made more arousal pool in your panties.
“Answer me, baby” San said, low voice taking on a commanding tone before suddenly pulling on your blouse, popping open every single one of your snap buttons and just like that your black lace bra was also on display.
And Mingi thought he was going to explode. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he had to clench his fist so hard and only the dull pain in his palms kept him from gasping at the breathtaking view. How fucking beautiful could you be?
San grabbed a fist full of your breasts kneading them roughly through your undergarment to urge an answer out of you
“Yes!” you hurriedly replied. Arching your back into his touch. “I wore this skirt and blouse because I know how much you like to rip them off”
“Good girl”
You heard your boyfriend hum in satisfaction and what you didn't hear was Mingi biting down on his lip so hard he could have drawn blood. But he couldn’t do otherwise when San’s fingers hooked themselves on the waist band of the lace and dragged the article of clothing along your thighs until it hung loosely on one of your ankles.
“Show me everything” San said in a breath, harshly tugging on your bra as your breasts jumped out and spilled to each side of your chest.
Mingi repressed a strangled gasp in the back of his throat as his dripping cock strained against the tight concert attire.
“I said everything baby” San said and you knew exactly what he meant. Slowly you spread your legs to let the vanity light shine right onto your heat as everything remained dark on your part.
Mingi felt like his brain was going to give out as your body was revealed. Your perfect breasts and hardened nipples and of course your dripping core. Long strings of slick linked your hole to the skin of your inner thighs. Mingi felt dizzy at the sight.
“Good girl” San praised again. “You always get wet so easily don't you?” he chuckled while you fought the urge to touch yourself. “Good little slut” he praised again, his hands dipping between your thighs and aiming right away for your clit.
You pushed your hips onto his touch and moaned as he circled your bundle of nerves exactly how you liked it.
“Fuck Sannie” you whined. “More please”
“Want your cute little cunt finger fucked?” San cooed with his honey toned voice. And you nodded enthusiastically. But that only earned you a sharp slap on your exposed center. The wet clap resounded in the empty room. It seemed amplified for you. You moaned loudly at the stinging feeling, the delicious and unexpected pain made your legs tense up and shake slightly.
“You’re wearing a blindfold, not a gagball, princess. Use your words” San said sternly landing another slap on your swollen clit before gently circling it again.
“Y-yess!! Yes!!! P-please. Want your fingers inside” you replied in a strangle moaned, your hips uncontrollably following San’s every move.
Mingi’s jaw dropped to the floor he never knew you’d enjoyed such things, he never knew you’d enjoy the harsh tone of voice and the pain but there was no doubt you were actually loving every single second of this. Mingi was certain of it when he saw the way your cunt reacted to each little slap, the way you quivered, the way you rolled your hips into San’s hand, the pleasured moans that cascaded from your lips. Mingi couldn't take it anymore and without even realizing it he found himself palming his hard and leaking cock through his pants.
“Good girl” San praised right before pushing two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them right into your sweet spot. You felt your concerns melt right away as you felt the two digits permeate you. The familiar feeling of the ring on his index made your mind go blank at the pleasure you felt radiating from your very core.
“F-fuck.. Sa-annie…” you breathed out with difficulty.
“Shhh. That’s it baby. I got you” San cooed, laying his other hand on your thigh, stroking it lightly. “You’re so good baby. You take my fingers so well”
The praises were setting your mind and body on fire, and you were giving in to the brazier. You moaned louder as San was pumping in and out of your cunt more rapidly, dragging out the wet squelching sounds that bounced off the walls and came back to your ears.
And Mingi’s too. He was completely entranced by the way your cunt was sucking in San’s fingers. You were so eager for them, your pussy clenching and throbbing around them every time he pulled out and welcoming them back when he pushed back in creating more thick and clear slick to gush out of your hungry little hole, the pull of arousal soon forming a small puddle in San’s palm. Mingi couldn’t think anymore, he could only rub his painfully hard cock as the wet precum stain became visible through his pants.
“Baby are you going to cum?” San asked, his other hand leaving your thigh to lay flat on your stomach and drawing quick circles on your clit with his thumb.
“Yesss” you said through gritted teeth. But as you felt the familiar build up almost reach the peak it went away. San withdrew his fingers and took them out of your poor confused little cunt. Leaving you there to clench around nothing and whines slipped from your lips at the sudden loss of the fullness.
“You’re so greedy today” San said before slapping your eager little cunt again. You moaned and shook under him, fighting the urge to close your legs. “I’m not done playing with you”
San started to rub your clit again with his thumb with one hand while he lifted the other slick coated one to his tall friend. He wanted to chuckle but fought against it when Mingi looked back at him with puzzled puppy eyes. So he approached his hand closer to his face and mouthed “taste her”.
Mingi’s brain had given up a long time ago, so he was moving only on instincts when he opened his mouth and licked around his friend's digits as silently as possible. That was a dream come true never in a lifetime he would have hoped to taste you like this. Ever. You tasted so sweet and sinful, the velvety nectar slided on his tongue so smoothly and his eyes rolled back as he solely focused on your taste on his tongue and your alluring scent floating to his nose.
Fuck that was what San had the pleasure of tasting everytime he found himself between your legs. If only he could taste more. Without even thinking Mingi wrapped both his hands around his friend’s wrist pushing his hand further into his mouth and sucked avidly on the cum coated finger and back to the pool of arousal that had gathered in his palm.
“Yeah that’s it” San praised as he circled your clit slowly, offering some kind of relief to the painfully swollen nub. But the praise was more for Mingi than for you. He smirked as he saw his friend devour your essence as if he was a parched man and the smirk only grew wider when he took back his hand and Mingi opened his eyes back looking at him with a glazed over stare. At that moment San knew his friend was done for.
“Here Princess” San said, extending to you his hand that was now coated in your own slick and Mingi’s spit. You instinctively welcomed the wet fingers into your mouth wrapping your lips around them and sucking them avidly. “How does it taste?”
“Sho- hmph… goodjf” you struggled to reply not wanting to let go of your boyfriend’s fingers.
Mingi was absolutely mesmerized by the way you were so eagerly sucking San’s fingers. Mixing your cum, your spit but also his own. His cock throbbed at the thought of cutting the middleman that was San’s hand and just lean down to kiss you. Lapping at your lips for entrance and diving into you, body and soul. He wanted it all.
“Such a good girl for me” San praised taking his fingers back, not without a quiet whine from your end and a repressed moan from Mingi.
But the disappointment was short lived when you heard your boyfriend fidgeting with his pants and you knew what was coming up next. You prompted yourself on your elbow and spread your legs wider. San chuckled while Mingi cursed silently.
You were dying to see what San was doing. You wanted to see how he kicked off the pants and took his raging hard cock in hand to pump his fist a couple of times around it. You wanted to see him between your thighs as he rubbed his tip on your wets folds. You arched your back into him again, urging him to fill you up full of his cock.
“Fuck you’re so impatient, baby” He growled as he pushed his tip inside you earning a cry from you. “Is that what you wanted?" he huffed, his eyebrows meeting on his forehead as he felt the vice grip of your pussy around him. Even after a thousand times you still felt so good. So wet and tight for him.
“Y-yess! Oh fuck i- yes thank you Sannieee” you were barely able to say as you felt your cunt stretch around San’s girth. You lifted your face as if you could see him splitting you in two. You’d always liked to see him fill you up but sadly you couldn’t.
But Mingi, on the other hand, could see it all.
Mingi couldn’t help it anymore he pulled his pants and boxers down midthigh just enough to take his hard and leaking cock out. He didn’t take the time to undress. He didn’t have the time he needed to stroke his cock at the exact same pace as San was fucking you.
Said pace was slow and deep. San liked to start out like that, he liked to drive you mad. You felt every inch of him leisurely pushing his thick cock inside until it touched the deepest part of you only to pull out just as slowly, enjoying the way your cunt gripped around him desperate to ever let him go. You were whimpering, whining and squirming. You were going crazy and you weren't the only one.
Mingi was struggling just as much as you were, his balled fist tightly wrapped around his aching length languidly going up and down. He was struggling to keep the hellishly slow pace, struggling to not stroke his fat cock faster but he had to if he wanted to maintain the illusion that it was him inside of you.
At some point San felt merciful and started to go faster. Not for you really he enjoyed to torture you way too much but it was more for Mingi, he noticed his tall friend pinching his lips into a thin line, sharp eyes shutting close and eyebrow digging a deep crease on his forehead. San enjoyed the anguish but he also enjoyed seeing the relief spread on his friends face when he finally fucked you harder. Your cunt became even tighter around San and he found himself moaning rhythmically along with you every time he pushed his thick cock inside you. While Mingi’s eyes didn't once leave your throbbing pretty pussy gushing out more and more translucent slick.
San gradually picked the pace to the point he was soon smashing his hips into you. Making your breasts jump with each powerful thrust. The fact that you couldn’t see your boyfriend makes you feel him that much more. You felt his strong and calloused hands on your thigh and waist and you felt his cock perfectly splitting you in two to this hellish rhythm that made you forget about anything else. Including your surroundings. You were no longer able to keep your voice down. Everything felt too strong, too good to be able to mask the loud moans of pleasure into small, controlled little whimpers.
“F-fuck you’re really enjoying your…self” San struggled to say. “Aren’t you?”
You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer anything back. You could only let your tongue loll out of your mouth while you moaned incoherent words.
Mingi’s eyes kept on darting between your swollen cunt and your fucked out face. He just knew that underneath the silk blindfold you were rolling your eyes. And that made his cock twitch in his hold, more precum oozing out the tip, at this point it was practically dripping onto the tiled floor.
“Fuck why are you being so fucking loud for?” San asked with a scoff. “Want people to hear you?”
“Sa-nnie” you complained but you did not become quieter for that much.
“Ohh. I get it” San said in a sarcastic tone, slowing down again. That had you squirming when you felt the tight feeling in your core slowly fading away.
“N-no, p-please Sannie, nooo” you begged shaking your hips, trying to fuck yourself back on your boyfriend’s cock to find the same rhythm.
“You want people to know what kind of good whore you are”
“Yes, yesss. Exactly-fu-... Sannie please.” You would have agreed to anything he was saying to have him fuck you exactly like he was a second ago.
“Maybe you even want my members to hear you” San said with a smirk. “Especially Mingi I bet”.
At the mention of the name you stopped moving around, your brain flooding with the images of Mingi body rolling and dancing.
“Oh you just became tighter baby.” San said with a smirk. “So you do want him to see you” San said, fucking you even slower now.
“Pleaseeee” you said in a breath.
“I bet you wished it was him fucking you right now” San said eventually completely pulling out of you.
“Noo… P-please” you whined quietly your throbbing cunt clenching around nothing, begging for more attention.
For the first time Mingi peeled his eyes off you to look at his friend only to be met with San’s wicked smirk. San’s smirk grew wider when he saw his fiery haired friend look back at him with big round terrified eyes. He knew Mingi was panicking right now; he couldn’t even touch his cock anymore. Poor weeping thing just waited there ignored while it continued leaking more precum.
“Say it, Princess” San insisted. “Be honest with me. Be honest with yourself” San cooed, leaning over you to whisper in your ear before leaving his place between your legs and gesturing to Mingi to take his place.
For a second Mingi was completely frozen to the side. He didn’t know how to act. His brain was almost melting out his ears and he was in complete overdrive. But he shook his head and took a silent step in your direction then a second one and found himself right between your spread legs. He could have cum with just that, just looking at you from that angle just knowing that he could take you right there. But he waited. Immobile.
“If you want more cock. You’ll have to say it baby” San cooed again in your ear and you faced a dilemma.
You didn’t know if you could really voice out your secret fantasy that way. San never struck you to be the jealous kind but still… he required you to say that and in this second, on the brink of your orgasm, your brain only soaked in sin and lust you couldn’t think of anything else than to be rammed again. You pictured Mingi again in your mind, you imagined what he would feel like inside you, what he would sound like, what he would look like. Fuck… you did want that.
“I-I wish it was Mingi fucking me right now” you said hesitantly but pushing your hips up, spreading your legs even further pushing your soaked and desperate little cunt in the air.
“Good girl” San whispered, satisfied and gave a nod to Mingi.
Mingi’s heart was about to burst out of chest. The frantic muscle was rattling against his ribs and jumping in his throat then diving back in the pit of his stomach. He was all over the place. He couldn't believe it. He couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe he heard you say that. Saying out loud you wished another man was inside you instead of your boyfriend. And not any man. Him.
You wanted him.
His hands were shaking when he grabbed the base of his cock, twitching as he approached it slowly from your core while you grew more and more impatient.
“Pleaseee” you whined again. “I said it…. now please give me cock” you pleaded.
As soon as Mingi’s tip touched your entrance you went completely silent and Mingi struggled to do too. When he pushed himself inside you he could have passed out. You were so welcoming, so warm, so tight, so wet. So good. Oh so fucking good. He progressed inside you very slowly earning a long stretched out moan from your end. He couldn't believe he was the one making you feel this way. He was the one pulling those beautiful sounds out of your lips. When he bottomed out he swore he had died and went to heaven. There was no other explanation. The way he felt could only be explained by faith. God was a woman. And that woman was you.
Fuck he needed more of this. He needed to feel you more, to hear you more, to see you more. He wanted it all.
He started to pump himself in and out of you faster, his hand struggling to find a place to settle, finally opting to grab the edge of the vanity. Avoiding direct contact with you, fearing you would recognize him. Rapidly he found himself fucking you (and himself) senseless, rutting his hips like a dog while San watched with a little satisfied smirk, thick cock in hand stroking lazily.
Your mouth went agape. It felt so good, so fucking good to be finally fucked that deep that rough, exactly how you wanted, the tight feeling in your gut rapidly building up again. But it also felt different. The angle was different. It felt like San’s dick wasn’t hitting the same spot as usual, it also felt slightly curved upwards. And longer. And what about the hands, the touches? San always holds you at the waist, always stuffs his fingers in your mouth? Why wasn't he touching you?
In a flash you ripped the blind fold off your eyes and opened them. At first the bright lights of the vanity behind you blinded you for a short second. The first thing you saw was the tuft of dampened fiery orange hair. Then your vision cleared out and you saw Mingi right between your legs, sharp brows deeply furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line and smashing himself into you at an unbelievable pace.
The shock you felt tightened your stomach and you came on the spot.
To see Mingi fucking you this hard, take so much pleasure with it and struggling to keep quiet while he fucked you secretly. You didn’t need anything more.
“F-fuc- Min-gi” you whined as your legs tensed up and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth agape.
“Y-y/n” Mingi whispered, his hands flying to your hips at that very second you opened your eyes, the many rings on his fingers digging into your skin and without a doubt marking you for the next couple of days. His strong grip grounding you into the vanity to fuck you deeper, faster, better.
You creamed around his cock, your back arched up, your pretty moans and your cunt fluttering around him took Mingi right with you to cloud 9. He couldn’t stop his hips from ramming into you while he delivered scorching hot ropes of thick cum right into your avid little hole. Spasming and twitching. To him it felt like your pussy was trying to milk him dry as he moaned your name a thousand times while bent over you until his hips became sloppy and he eventually came to a stop.
“Awww.” San said as he looked at the both of you disheveled and out of breath, both coming down from your highs. “You both came looking at each other. That's cute” But then he wrapped his hands around your jaw to turn your head to him. “But that made me a little jealous. Don't you think you need to make it up to me, darling?”
Mingi pulled out, out of breath you felt the hot cum running down your pussy and dripping onto the floor. San placed his hand on Mingi’s shoulder and he switched places to join your side.
“Look at that?” San said, crouching down, inspecting your twitching little pussy. “Eventhough you were just fucked full of cum I can tell you want more, baby”
You nodded frantically at the idea of being filled up again.
“Please yes”
San pushed his cock inside you with ease. Mingi’s load providing the perfect lube.
“I slide right in, baby. ” San grunted. After all this teasing he found himself to be closer to his breaking point then he anticipated. “You got her nice and lubed up for me, man.” He sent a cheeky wink to Mingi.
You were just right back down from cumming a short while ago but you found yourself moaning loud for your boyfriend’s cock. It felt so good and soon you were begging him to fuck you harder.
“Please Sannie faster” you said.
“Of course princess I’ll fuck Mingi’s cum right back into your hole he said with a smirk to his friend before smashing himself in. He too was moaning like you were both alone not having a care in the world of what could have been happening outside the dressing room. And soon enough Mingi was hard again.
“Baby, your new boyfriend needs help over there.” San said between moans, drawing your attention back on Mingi again, as he was standing there idle, painful cock laying heavy in his balled fist.
“Please Mingi let me suck your cock” you asked looking right back up at him as your body was jolted up with San’s every move. You didn’t even let Mingi think about it for a second. Your lips instinctively found his beet red tip and you rounded your mouth around it.
He tasted too good, you relished in the strong flavour and aroma of his cum mixed with your own nectar. It tasted sinful but oh so fucking right. This taste and the way his cock smoothly glided in your tongue made your mind go completely blank. Your tongue focussing on his tip between every come and go around his shaft to collect the precious salty precum you earned along with every grunt, every pant, every whimper from the tall man. You couldn’t have enough of it and you kept on sucking his cock. Relentlessly trying to get another load out of him.
Mingi felt so fucking sensitive right after cumming but it also felt so good. His strong hand flew to your hair as he grabbed a big fistfull. Instinctively pulling on it to keep you from gobbling up his cock that still felt very sensitive, his moans went up in pitch with overstimulation.
“You’re a real fucking whore for his cock, arent you, Angel?” San asked as he landed a sharp and unexpected slap on your cunt. Making you pop Mingi out of your mouth to look back at your boyfriend again. The delicious sting made you arch your back.
“A-again pleaseee” you said through gritted teeth as San smirked and made your wish come true, slapping your eager little cunt again, making you clench around him harder, making him falter ever so slightly.
Mingi was now pumping his cock over your face, you heard as clear as day the squelching sounds of his spit and cum coating his cock as he stroked it right over you.
San was rubbing tight circles on your swollen reddened clit and ramming into you with all his might. You knew you weren’t going to last long.
“Sannie I’m gonna c-” another sharp slap landed onto your sensitive clit, making you cry out a whimper.
“Not yet, whore. Make your new boyfriend cum first”. San nodded his head in Mingi’s direction.
You were so far gone, mind, body and soul only filled with cock that you didn’t even catch how San referred to Mingi. You were ready to do anything for your boyfriend to finally let you cum so you turned your attention back to Mingi.
“Please Mingi give me your cum, pleasepleaseplease. Want your cum all over my face.”
Mingi didn’t need more. It flipped a switch inside him to see you spread open by San’s cock but getting your undivided attention to beg for his cum like it was the most precious substance on earth.
“Fuck y/n” he said in a strangled moan. “Want my cum huh?” the grip on your hair tightened, making the veins of his forearm pop.
“Yes yes yes yes yes pleaseplease”
“Fuck you’re so good to me. Fuckkkkk… Y/n I love you” he confessed in a breath right before letting out thick ropes of cum that split your face in two from chin to forehead. “I love you I love you I love you” he chanted, both his heart and body finally letting out what he’s been holding back for years. The pleasure made his head spin, more cum crashing onto your nose and lips which you licked hurriedly to get the chance to taste him again.
“Good girl” San said, picking up the pace as he never stopped fucking into you. “You’re so pretty with all this cum on you. Your pretty pussy full of cum and your pretty fucking face too” he said his thrusts becoming sloppier.
“Want another load, Princess?” he asked strong shoulders bulging out as he gripped your waist tighter, bruising your skin and joining Mingi’s ring marks.
“Yes please cum inside sannie” you whined throwing your head back “Please I want your c-hmppph” your words caught in your throat when Mingi started to rub circles on your clit, adding another layer of pleasure. “Fuckkk” you cried.
“P-please… more… c-cum” you said, your brain completely tuning out to let your primal instinct take the lead.
“Fuck baby I’m so close San said.
“Me too.. I-” right at this moment Mingi lightly slapped your pussy and it was the last straw. You were pushed over the edge and Mingi continued to give little fast slaps to your sensitive clit, making you shake as your cum gushed out of you in translucent and powerful streams.
“Fuckkk I’m c-cumming” San said as he delivered more cum inside your hole, joining Mingi’s and mixing together. You completely lost your mind on the feeling of how full you felt while San was pumping another big load into you and Mingi was repeatedly slapping your pretty pussy then switching to quick circles again that gradually slowed down to a stop.
When San pulled out he looked at you with a warm smile that made his eyes into crescents.
“Isn’t she pretty like this?” he asked Mingi, who was looking at you with just as much love.
“Yeah, she is” he breathed out while you gradually came back to your senses.
“Should we make it official?” San asked peeling his eyes off you to look at his friend.
“What?” Mingi asked, clueless.
“Well the three of us are together now.” San said before turning his attention to you again “Isn't that right, darling?” and you nodded.
“Well Mingi, next time if you want to confess in the middle of a fuck how about you take me out on a date before cumming on my face?” You said scraping the cum on your cheeks into your mouth and sucking on your fingers and San chuckled but Mingi protested looking affronted.
“Hey! You asked me to!”
a/n: i had so much fun writing this i hope you liked reading my babes <3
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"LET ME PAY YOU!"
Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader
Synopsis: how kyojuro met his civilian wife
Genre: fluff
Warning(s): n/a
Kao's Notes: just something to put out there while i work on requests in the meantime :) enjoy! <3
"EXCUSE ME, MISS!"
"OH MY G—!" *BANG* "OW!"
you hit the top of your head on the bottom shelf of your stall as a loud voice rang through the night. you ran a popular food stall in the small, lovely town you call home. people loved coming by your food stall for the service, the food, and for a chance to talk with a beautiful lady. each day, you decided to try a new recipe, and everyone was eager to see what you'd be serving every day.
"forgive me," the loud voice called again. "it was not my intention to startle you!"
"i-it's alright." rubbing the crown of your head with a slight pout, you rose to look at the owner of said voice. "i–um–wasn't expecting many people to come by this late, so you caught me by surprise."
taking in the man's appearance, you quickly gathered he was a demon slayer. the distinct design of his haori, the nichirin blade at his hip, and the obvious uniform was a dead giveaway.
you smiled, "would you like something to eat while you're here? i'm making gyu kushi(beef skewers) on top of rice, along with some mochi tonight. you'd be the final person i'm serving!"
the man's smile nearly blinded you, "yes! i would appreciate that very much!"
"great!" his smile was so contagious. you couldn't help but to deliver one as well. "how many orders would you like?"
"that depends," he stated loudly, excitedly slamming his hands on the counter and smiling at you. "how many are you willing to make?!" that's...the first time you've received that response.
"o-oh...uh..." you looked beneath your stall again. "well, i could make the rest of my inventory for you..." you lifted your head to look at him with a nervous laugh. "although, it's a considerably large amount of food, sir."
he laughed, "if you are willing to make it, i am willing to eat it! and no need to call me, sir! i am rengoku kyojuro!" you couldn't stop yourself from laughing along.
"then i'll be happy to make it for you, rengoku-san!"
kyojuro watched you gather the ingredients and quickly get to work on prepping his food. it was clear this was like second nature to you. you worked so diligently and moved with unwavering certainty.
"so," you began as you continued cooking but kept your gaze on kyojuro. this caused the hashira to look at you. "what brings you by this late?"
"a mission," he stated proudly, his smile never leaving. "it is completed, but i always stop by to check on towns nearby!"
"well, that's nice of you," you stated before finishing his first plate of food and handing it to him. "here, have a taste before i make the rest."
he loudly thanked you before placing the beef skewer between his teeth, pulling one of the chunks of meat off with his teeth.
"TASTY!" another bite. "TASTY!" a bite of rice. "TASTY!" a bite of mochi. "TASTY!"
you clapped your hands in delight, overjoyed that the hashira found your food so tasteful.
"so, everything tastes okay? would you still like to have the rest, rengoku-san?" you asked, although you're sure you already knew the answer.
"yes! i would love the rest!" he began fishing around in his pocket. "how much would it be?!"
"oh no," you quickly shook your head and quickly began preparing the rest of the food with a content smile. "i never charge the slayers that pass through. it's the least i can do for you all."
"please!" he slammed a pouch of coins onto the counter, causing you to shriek at the loud noise. he leaned forward, eyes boring into you with conviction. "ALLOW ME TO PAY YOU!"
"i-it's no trouble, really!" you jumped back from the close proximity. he only leaned in closer.
"THIS AMOUNT OF FOOD WOULD SURELY MAKE A GREAT PROFIT FOR YOU!! LET ME PAY!!!"
"b-but, the sales i've made today are more than enough already!!!"
"TAKE MY MONEY!"
"i don't need to!!!"
you two continued back and forth like this as you finished cooking the remainder of his food, packaging them nicely in cute boxes, which only fueled his desire to pay you. as you had given him the last box, he beckoned you to him.
"if you will not let me pay," he placed his free hand on his hip. "then allow me to escort you home!"
placing a hand on your chin, you paused to mull it over. it was pretty late, and you did live on the other side of the town. even if it was small, it would grant enough time for a demon to stake its claim on you.
"alright," you finalized with a greatful nod. "sounds fair!"
on the way, you both engaged in a quiet, lovely conversation. topics ranging from your cooking, his work as a slayer(at least the parts he could tell you), or your childhood, the atmosphere around you was peaceful. now, the current subject of the conversation was family.
"yes, you're right," you respond with a smile as rengoku concluded a story about his little brother. "it can be difficult to care for little siblings. especially if the parent is...more or less present." you cringed at your lack of better term, but kyojuro didn't mind at all. "my parents, unfortunately, fell victim to a demon, so i understand."
"very much so, and i am sorry to hear that! my condolences to you!" he responded with a solemn nod before asking his next question. "i take it you have a sibling then?"
"mhm," you nodded with delight as you drew nearer to your house. "i am the eldest of seven."
"SEVEN?!" he immediately fished the pouch of coins back out before shoving it in your direction. "SUCH A LARGE FAMILY! NOW YOU REALLY MUST TAKE MY PAYMENT!!!"
"i told you already," you pushed it back toward him in defiance. "i don't need it!" he tossed the pouch towards you, leaving you no choice but to catch it. "hey! take it back!" you tried to hand the coin pouch back to him.
"my apologies," he exclaimed after using his other hand to hold the food as well, even though he didn't need to. his smile never faltered as he blatantly ignored your attempts to return his money. "but my hands are full! i can not hold anything else!"
"but you were carrying it one-handed this whole time! you can just–"
"my hands are full!"
"but–"
"i can not carRY ANYMORE!"
"ren–"
"IT IS A PERFECTLY LEGITIMATE REASON AS TO WHY YOU MUST KEEP IT!"
you gave up.
kyojuro–1
y/n–0
upon reaching your house, you turned face kyojuro and gave him a polite bow.
"thank you for walking me back, rengoku-san," you stood straight. "you really didn't have to...nor did you have to pay me."
"it was no trouble at all," he smiled down at you. "and please, call me kyojuro."
you opened the door, and entered the doorway to your home chorus of "NII-SAN" called out to you. fondly shaking your head at your siblings(who were supposed to be in bed by now), you turned back to the hashira and returned his smile.
"alright, well," you placed a gentle hand on one of your little brother's heads, who'd been tugging on your shirt to get your attention, and replied in a hushed voice. "goodnight, kyojuro. have a lovely evening, and please travel safely."
he visibly brightened once he heard his name fall from your lips, and a gentle smile was bestowed upon you.
"goodnight to you as well, and thank you."
as you closed the door, kyojuro happily went on his way but stopped. he couldn't believe he forgot such an important piece of information.
oh well, he'll simply have to find his way back to you because he never got your name.
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"F*ck your stupid, sexy Miniskirt"
How the Hashira react to your new Mini Skirt. Except Muichiro Ofc, I'm not a weirdo
Modern au, Hashira x fem!Reader
Tengen Uzui
Bro's an ass man and nothing will EVER convince me otherwise
So obviously, when he see's your ass stuck in the tiniest little skirt when you were heading out with your friends for a night.
He couldn't help the way his big hands accidently grazed your ass as he gave you a hug goodbye
And how would he have known his one kiss goodbye would turninto a flurry of sloppy kisses
And he definitely couldn't help the way his member hardened with the need to be deep inside of you
“Fuck baby, m’gonna be late” you moaned when Tengen’s cock slipped past your entrance. You weren’t even sure how you had gotten yourself pressed up against your front door, skirt riding up your ass and nipples rock hard underneath your rhinestoned shirt. Uzui had said he just wanted a kiss goodbye and that was all you ever intedned for it to be, but god it felt so good to get swept up in his big arms, with his equally large hands roaming all over your body. And now you had his thick cock stuffing you full, over and over again, smooshing your face against the wall with every thrust. You let out what was intended to be a sigh but came out a moan as you gripped onto the bigger hand gripping your hips. Guess your friends would have to wait a while.
Giyu Tomioka
I don't know why so many of y'all think this man is a dom
Please, he's never had any sort of sexual interaction in his life until he met you
He's still learning about his own feelings, let alone his sexual attraction
So you can't blame him for his reaction to all the skirts you tried on in front of him after dragging him with you to the mall to help you shop
After all, who wouldn't get bricked up after seeing their girlfriend's fat ass peaking out of miniskirts of every color in the universe
“Aww, my poor baby’s cock is rock hard” you cooed as you settled yourself between your boyfriend's legs. Tomioka just stared at you in awe as your manicured hands grasped his member, pretty glossed lips gliding over his cock. You had done this to him a couple of times before but he swore never got used to the feeling of you taking him in your mouth, sloppily sucking his cock, and bobbing your head up and down so fast he had to bite his hand to handle the stimulation. He honestly thought he was a goner when your tongue came to tease the slit of his tip, but when he peered through his lashes at the mirror across from him in the dressing room. His cock twitched and cum shot out and onto your face when he saw your red miniskirt riding up, giving him the perfect view of your fingering your wet cunt.
Kyojuro Rengoku
Kyojuro would hoenstly be confused when he felt the overwhelming need to fuck you every time you walked past him in a mini skirt
He believes he has a good sense of self-control
Or at least enough to allow him to look at his girlfriend in a skirt without salivating like a horny teenager
But there was something about you in that damn skirt that made him lose every ounce of control in his body
Stars, that skirt just made him want to fuck the shit out of you
“Fuck~. . .ah” you moaned out, eyebrows furrowed up in pleasure and eyes rolling back in your head as Kyojuro’s cock rammed into you faster and harder than you think it ever has. Usually, your man was loving and kind. He took his time when he said fucked you, no, made love to you. But this was different. Completely different from the normal. “Oh my god K-kyo, slow down” you cried out. Kyojuro could hear all your cries, he could see your legs quivering on the verge of giving out. But he couldn’t find it in him to let go of the death grip he had on your hips. His eyes glued to your creamy entrance and your essence that covered his cock as he pushed himself balls-deep into you. And fuck, that skirt just barely covering the fat of your ass was driving him even crazier. “I’m sorry baby, I-I can’t” he breathed. “I think I’m gonna cum in this pretty cunt again”
Mitsuri Kanroji
Mitsuri is never beating the bottom allegtions
I mean, this girl is never on top
But when she saw you chilling at home in one of her skirts that were a little too short for you
Your thighs looking ever so plump underneath the pretty black fabric
Mitsuri felt drawn to the sight, seating herself next to you
Smooth, long fingers tracing over your thighs and farther up your leg
You panted and threw your head back with a moan as your girlfriend's long, slender fingers drilled in and out of your cunt, curling to hit that perfect spot inside you. Mirtusi let out a moan of her own when she felt your cunt flutter around her fingers in a way she hadn’t felt in such a long while. She had almost forgotten how drenched your pussy got, how much you really did love when she took control. Mitsuri drew closer and laid supple kisses along your throat, licking along the flesh there and admiring the way your cunt gushed from the sensation. She couldn't believe she hadn't taken the chance to treat your sweet cunt right. But she would be sure to now, determined to make you finish all over her fingers and maybe . . .just maybe her tongue later.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
You make him hard no matter what you do
Like you could breathe and you'd see little Sanemi poking through his pants
So seeing you bent over in the laundry room, wearing one of your old skirts that barely fit you anymore because all your clothes were in the laundry
Had him palming his cock through his sweat pants
He simply was not at blame for what happened next
“Fuck S-Sanemi I gotta put bleach in t-the, Fuck- washing machine”*You gritted out, trying to free your hands from his stronghold. Sanemi strengthened his grip on your wrists, landing a sharp blow on your ass as he plowed his cock into you. You moaned, your legs buckling underneath you from the strength of his thrusts. “You’re wearing this tiny ass skirt and expect me not to pound this fuckin cunt?” he spoke. You roll your eyes, in annoyance. “You’re the worst '' you whined. Sanemi just laughed at you, peering down at where you two were connected. He was always amazed at how sloppy his girl’s pussy was, wet and leaking all over him and your thighs. “You'll like me a lot better if you keep creamin on me like that sweetheart”
Gyomei Himejima
Since Gyomei is blind, one of his biggest love languages with you is physical touch
You all love experiencing each other with your hands
Clinging onto each other while you kiss
Feeling each others bodies are thoroughly
It is definitely one of Gyomei's favorite ways to connect with you
So imagine his excitement when you said you had a surprise for home, that involved physical touch
;)
You giggled as you grasped Gyomei's strong hands, guiding them to feel the mold of your figure under the surprise you were wearing. “Is this a skirt?” he asked when you let his hands explore independently. “Mhmm” you hum, groaning a little when his hands came to squeeze at your ass, “I bought a short one and I thought you’d like it,” you told him. Gyomei leaned farther into you, letting his hands travel under your skirt and onto your pantie-clad slit. He grinned, feeling the fabric already dampened with your juices. Using his middle finger, he rubbed tight circles on your clit and prodded at your entrance gently. You used his shoulders to brace yourself as he picked up his pace. Panties soaking through from how wet he was making you.“I’m gonna cum” you whimpered. Your orgasm was always unbearably quick with him. Gyomei smiled, flicking at your clit just a little faster to push you over the edge. “Go on my love, let me feel you”
Obanai Iguro
Obanai loves your body in everything you wear
He likes to show you off really
Which is why he let you come with him to a club with a few of his friends
the new mini skirt he bought you clinging to your thick curves
He loved the skirt on you
What he didn't love
Was the looks his friends were giving you
Their eyes staying glues to your backside
His jealousy only grew throughout the night
Which is how you ended up bent over in the club's bathroom
Hanging on to the stall walls for dear life
With how many times Obanai had fucked you, you would think you would get used to the sheer size of him. But everytime proved wrong. He was so long that he reached that spongey spot inside of you every time he fucked into you, and he was so fucking thick you didn’t know how you were handling it. Especially now, when his thrusts were mean and jealousy fuelled, leaving you with no choice but to squirt with every thrust. You knew you wouldn’t be able to scramble away if you tried, but you couldn’t help but instinctively push off of his cock. He rolled his eyes at you, almost finding your attempts at getting free humorous. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he pulled you right back on his shaft. Obanai knew he was being far, far rougher than usual, but until he heard a safe word from that pretty little mouth of yours, he’d pound into you as much as he wanted. “Fuck are you running from” he gritted out, “You wanna let my friends stare at what belongs to me” he spoke. “Wanna act like a fucking slut, then i’ll fuck you like the two dollar whore you are” he sneered.
Shinobu Kocho
Shinobu's a munch
Like, she loves eating you out so much
If She's tired, she'll suck on your clit to lull her to sleep
If She's excited, she'll pour it out while licking your slit
If She's angry, she'll take it out on your poor pussy
Today was one of the days where she was exhausted
Having just come home from work all she could think about was you and your sweet cunt
When she walked into your shared bedroom, she saw you sleeping
You mustv'e come home from hanging out with your friends as your outfit would have only been appropriate for a club setting
Shinobu was going to let you sleep, she truly was
But staring at your thick thighs, spilling out of your tiny little skirt made her drop down onto her knees
Shinobu chuckled as she spread your legs, your bare pussy staring back at her, you had no panties on. “Slut” she mumbled to herself. She let her thumb trace over your cunt, eyes flickering between your most private part and your face to see if you were still asleep. She leaned down to lick a long stripe from your hole to your clit, watching as your face scrunched up in your sleep. As she got lost in the feeling of eating you out, her eyes fluttered shut and her lips sucked at your clit. Not caring if she woke you up or not. It was only when her thin digits slid into your entrance that you jolted awake, instinctively moaning in a sleepy haze. Your moans turned to whines as your hips ground up into her mouth and down onto her fingers. Shinobu barely noticed you were cumming as she continued to lick on your clit until your hand came to tiredly push her head off of you. She looked up, licking her lips, “Shh baby” she said, kissing your thighs, “Go back to sleep and let me keep eating”
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Red Dress
Kyojuro x F!Reader (NSFW)
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Come get your food, you filthy animals.
Based on #5 of @delusionisaplace’s NSFW prompts, and as requested by @stuckinthewrongworld .
CW: highly NSFW • Possessive/slightly dom!Kyojuro • bathroom fucking • fucking raw • cre@ mpie! • modern AU I guess? • MDNI or I block you.
NSFW below!
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There was nothing quite as filthy as Kyojuro’s mouth when he was buried within her.
“Fuck, Y/N,” his groans were rough, just like the slap of his hips against the underside of her ass. “Your pussy is so fucking wet for me.”
Y/N could do nothing but press her lips into the corded muscle of Kyojuro’s shoulder in a failing attempt to stifle the cries and whimpers he tried to pull from her with every bruising thrust of his fat cock, as he fucked her on the counter of his father’s guest bathroom.
“We’re going to get caught,” Y/N whined, though she couldn’t fathom him stopping now — not when he kept hitting that spot within her that made her see stars.
“Then at least he’ll know who you belong to,” Kyojuro grunted. His teeth sank into the side of her neck as one hand left her waist to roughly squeeze her breast, spilling out over the top of the pretty sundress he’d yanked down to her waist.
Y/N had known she was treading on thin ice the moment she emerged from their shared bedroom at their apartment, wearing that scarlet sundress that hugged every one of her luscious curves. She’d seen the way her fiancé’s eyes had narrowed in on the delicate swell of her breasts as they peaked over the low neckline. And she’d not missed how his lips parted at the smooth length of her bare legs as she’d advanced towards him with a chipper “I’m ready!”
But she hadn’t been the only one who’d noticed the way the Elder Rengoku’s eyes roved over her cleavage, or how his hand had lingered on her waist as she hugged him in greeting as they gathered for their monthly dinner with Kyojuro’s father and brother.
Evidently, the whole interaction had bothered her sweet-tempered fiancé far more than he’d let on.
Kyojuro slammed sharply into her, his hands digging into her lower back in an effort to keep her upright. “Who would’ve thought my sweet, little Y/N would love being fucked like a whore in a bathroom, hm?”
“K-Kyojuro,” Y/N moaned in his ear, prompting a low growl from her fiancé’s throat.
“Is that why you wore this dress?” Her fiery lover taunted, moving his hands to Y/N’s inner thighs to spread her wide for him. “You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”
Kyojuro pushed her leg up so that her foot rested flat against the pristine limestone of the bathroom sink, allowing himself to pound deeper into her. Before long, the lewd sound of her squelching cunt began to echo with every thrust of his aching length.
“You could’ve just asked,” Kyojuro crooned, savoring the way his words made his beautiful lover’s intoxicating cunt gush around him. “But you’re so fucking needy, my flame,”
“B-bold words from someone who, ha, whimpered to let me let him come last night — oh.”
Y/N’s head fell back as Kyojuro began to grind into her, the coarse base of his groin rubbing deliciously against her sensitive clit as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her neck.
“You think you could just prance around in this little dress and not expect me to claim what’s mine?” Kyojuro chuckled darkly in her ear as he dragged his hands tantalizingly up her waist, the force of his thrusts increasing. “Come, Y/N. You know better.”
She did. And that was precisely why she’d chosen to wear that dress — though to be fair, Y/N hadn’t counted on his father showing any interest. She’d only been interested in driving her fiancé wild with need.
And as Kyojuro pressed her tighter against him, ramming himself into her as though she needed to be reminded of who precisely was capable of bringing her to utter ruin, Y/N knew she’d been successful.
She felt the familiar heat of release begin to gather in her belly, and she bucked her hips wildly against his, desperate to seek out her pleasure. Kyojuro moaned as she met his thrusts, his hands digging into her skin.
“That’s it, my flame — fuck,” Kyojuro grit his teeth as he felt Y/N’s hot, silken walls begin to flutter around him. He wound his hand between their bodies, his thumb furiously working her clit as he brought her closer to the edge.
Y/N moved her hand to press against her mouth, not wanting to debase herself further by crying out at the way Kyojuro was fucking her within an inch of her life, but his warm hand caught her wrist before she could do so.
“Don’t you dare,” he snarled in her ear, pushing her legs so far apart it was borderline painful. “I want to hear every-fucking-sound,” he emphasized his final three words with perfectly brutal thrusts, and Y/N felt her body turn to jelly.
“Kyojuro — I’m close,” she whimpered, her legs straining to close around her fiancé’s hips, but his hold on her was unmatched. “I-,”
A knock on the bathroom door cut her off, and the couple looked at each other with wide eyes, Kyojuro’s hips stuttering unevenly.
“Um, brother?” Senjuro’s uncertain voice was just on the other side of the door. Y/N began to squirm beneath her fiancé as she desperately tried to push him away, to avoid any humiliation at being caught. “Is everything alright?”
Kyojuro paid Y/N’s weak attempts to bat him away little mind, resuming the relentless propulsion of his cock into her sopping, needy heat. Y/N whimpered against him as she felt the cord in her stomach begin to re-tighten with every drag of his demanding length against her inner walls.
She nearly yelped as Kyojuro leaned forward and grazed his teeth along the shell of her ear.
“Come. Now.” He hissed, and Y/N obeyed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her fiancé slid two fingers into her mouth, stifling any sound that threatened to tear from her throat as her cunt seized around him.
“Not to worry, Senjuro!” Kyojuro called jovially to his brother, though his eyes were fixed on the way Y/N’s mouth worked his fingers, darkening as her tongue grazed the side of them. “Y/N just needed help zipping her dress up!”
Had Y/N not been riding the waves of her fierce orgasm, she would’ve rolled her eyes, but they were too busy staring at the back of her skull as Kyojuro continued to pound wetly into her, her tongue wantonly massaging his fingers.
“Okay,” Senjuro sounded uncertain. “Well, Dad said dinner’s almost ready.”
Kyojuro grimaced, wanting, for once, for his beloved little brother to go away, because Kyojuro was dangerously close to losing control with the way Y/N’s cunt continued to milk him.
“We‘ll be right down!” Was Kyojuro’s only reply, his jaw clenching tightly as Y/N’s orgasm finally subsided, and she slumped in his arms.
As Senjuro’s feet softly padded away from the bathroom, Kyojuro finally resumed his sharp thrusts into the mewling woman beneath him.
“My turn.” He promised severely.
Kyojuro partially yanked Y/N from where he’d pinned her on the counter, bringing her lower hips down so that only her upper back remained flat against the cold marble. She wound her legs around Kyojuro’s hips as her fiancé leaned forward to close his mouth firmly around her breast, and she knew his release was imminent.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Kyojuro growled against her sternum, his fingers digging into the plush of her ass. “And you’re all mine.”
He swiveled his hips against hers on the next push of his cock into her spent cunt, and Y/N felt her eyes roll back in her head. She couldn’t imagine that anyone would buy the tale Kyojuro had spun about her needing help with her dress, but she was far too fucked out of her mind to care, especially given the way he was tugging her nipple into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud.
“Say it,” he ground against her breast, his thrusts growing more sloppy with every passing second. “Tell me who you belong to,”
Y/N could barely find her voice, her mind far too clouded by her pleasure. But she squeaked, however, when she felt her fiancé’s calloused thumb press against her abused clit in annoyance.
“You!” She gasped out, tears of overstimulation gathering in the corners of her eyes. “I belong to you, Kyojuro!”
The blonde’s hips stuttered against her, and Y/N felt Kyojuro’s teeth sink into the delicate skin of her breast to silence his groan, deep and guttural, as his seed shot into her, hot and thick.
Y/N came again as she felt Kyojuro’s pleasure fill her, loving the way he made her feel both dirty and sacred each time he finished inside her.
Her fervent lover let out a breathy “Fuck,” as he rolled his hips against her one final time before stilling, lifting his head to press a sweet kiss against her neck and then again to her lips.
“Now that we’ve cleared that all up,” he said cheekily, withdrawing from her heat. Y/N winced at the sudden loss, but Kyojuro rubbed soothing circles into her thighs as they trembled beneath her.
Kyojuro tucked himself back into his pants, the metal clasp of his belt clinking as he refastened it around his hips. Despite his smug countenance, Kyojuro pressed a sweet kiss against Y/N’s forehead, his hand coming to her face to caress her.
“Turn around for me,” he said softly, warm hands spinning her gently so that she could brace herself against the counter as she came down from her high. “Let me help clean you up.”
Y/N nodded shakily as she rest her head against her arms, cheeks flushed and her breath uneven. Behind her, she heard Kyojuro tear a wad of toilet paper off the hook near the toilet, and felt him squat down behind her, gentle fingers pushing the hem of her dress away so he could wipe the evidence of his desire from where it leaked down her thighs.
But Kyojuro only ran his finger through one small droplet as it escaped down her leg, smearing it against her skin.
Y/N’s eyes flew open as she felt her lover guide her legs back into the shorts she’d worn under her dress, and began to pull them back on her, his fluid still trickling out of her.
“K-Kyo!” Y/N hissed as her Kyojuro tugged her shorts back up her legs. “I need to clean myself up! You made a mess!”
But her fiancé only spun her back to face him, his mouth slanting over hers in a bruising, demanding kiss. “You made the mess, my flame,” he clarified, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “So you must deal with it.”
With a quick peck to her lips and a naughty wink, Kyojuro breezed out of the bathroom. Y/N gaped at the closed bathroom door as she heard the sounds of his booming, cheerful voice greeting his father and brother downstairs.
She looked back at her reflection in the mirror and groaned at the state of her hair, at the way her lips were red and kiss-swollen. Turning on the tap, she dampened her hands and ran them through her tousled tresses, attempting to smooth them out so that she didn’t look completely fucked through by the time she returned to the Rengoku family below.
Y/N waited another two minutes before exiting the bathroom after him to return to the dinner table, her fiancé’s seed pooling in her shorts.
She vowed to get him back once they returned home.
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