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muzanswaifu · 5 months ago

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My Little One

Dragon!Rengoku x Fem!Reader

10k words

Sfw Warnings: "Love" at first sight, Fighting rings, Dragon AU, Background IguroxMitsuri, Reader gets sassy and it bites her in the ass, Kyojuro is a lil mean at times then gets nice and gives kissies :)

Nsfw Warnings: Smut, Dubcon, Kidnapping, Mating rituals, Hide and seek sex, Knotting, Creampie, Breeding, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Overstimulation, Threats of rough sex, Spanking, Praise kink, Eventual Pregnancy

When attending a dragon fighting match, you catch a certain competitor’s attention...

The stadium was loud, deafeningly loud. Cheering and screams coming from all directions. Even your two friends next to you have practically ruptured your eardrums with their constant applause that seemed to go straight to your pounding brain. You didn’t really see what the big deal was, nor the appeal - watching the two dragons beat at each other.

Dragon fighting had become quite the common sport in the recent centuries, ever since man and beast had formed an alliance. The only reason there had been any conflict in the first place were territorial issues and cultural differences. The cultural differences being their more “primal” urges to battle and mate. The dispute had eventually been settled with the distribution of habitation, easily done since most dragons preferred to reside in shallow caves, and the allowance of skirmishing among their race. They happily welcomed humans to watch their clashing, and basked in the praise of glory and victory. And thus, the game flourished.

But you’d never been one to enjoy watching them fight. It was all just too bloody and violent. After all, you were raised to stay away from such brutality with humans, so why would you savor the sight with dragons? Dragons who looked nothing like the serpents described in ancient tales, and, in actuality, resembled your own kind - save for the protruding horns, thick claws, keen teeth and other beastly traits. It didn’t help to know that they could talk and think just as well as you could, hell, many even better than you could. You’ve read several novels by draco authors, their way of thinking simply divine, and even met several in person who, if not for their unique appearance, could’ve passed for man. Sure, they had rather animalistic tendencies such as instinct and protectionism, but they also had access to progressive, wayward thought. So why fight when one had intelligence? How could a species so smart and civilized be so primitive and bloodthirsty at the same time?

Your lips curled downward in tandem with the fall of the dragon who’d been pitifully bested, the inky haired victor glaring down at him in disgust. You grimaced at the sight of the poor, beaten body, his figure warped with blood and scarring. A dragon fight only ever ended with the loser beaten within an inch of their life... or dead. Killings were only ever punished, never prevented. The crowd boomed in excitement, and your friend, Mitsuri, gripped you by the shoulders and shook you like a bell.

“Wasn’t that a-m-a-z-i-n-g?! Iguro’s fights are always the best, he’s so cool! Like last week, he got this guy by the neck and started -” she blabbered on about the male, most of her speech melting into itself and becoming impossible to understand. Shinobu sighed next you. You questioned, “’Why don’t you just ask him for his signature already?” The woman ceased her assault on your dizzy body and her face went red.

“I-I can’t! You know I can’t! What if he says no? What if he thinks my hair is stupid? What if he thinks I’m stupid! I’d die!” She wailed. You chuckled at her love-struck grief, but you were glad for something to distract from the gruesome sight before you.

“I didn’t ask you to sleep with him. I’m just suggesting that you get his autograph. What is it with you and that dragon guy anyway?”

Mitsuri squealed. “I-I don’t like him like that! You make it sound like I have a thing for them...” You could tell she was more trying to persuade herself against it. Shinobu rolled her eyes and humbled her.

“Oh please ‘Suri- I saw the dragon dildo. You saw the dragon dildo. We both saw the dragon dildo in your dresser. There’s no need to deny your true feelings,” she voiced. Your eyes shot open and your jaw fell as your whipped your head to face the pink-haired woman. “What?!” You cried.

She slapped a hand over Shinobu’s dirty mouth. “Keep it down! Puh- people can hear you!” She was so red that it looked as some of the blood in the arena was smeared over her face. Laughter erupted between the two of you, and Kanroji threw her face into her paws. Poor thing.

You leaned into Shinobu and whispered “How could you tell it was a dragon’s?” You’d heard tell that they had slightly different genitalia compared to the average human, but it was something you were too embarrassed to look into. The brunette smiled deviously.

“Well, the thing was quite the size, and had a knot hung near the bottom.” Your nose scrunched up. “Really? Wouldn’t that hurt?”

She shrugged and teased, “I’m not sure, some people like it. Like her.” Mitsuri screeched.

“Stop talking about it!

A siren rang in the pit, signaling the next round of fighting. The crime scene from the last brawl was already cleaned up, or rather, as clean as it was gonna get. The audience fell silent as they waited for the contesters to be revealed.

The first one finally made his appearance, marching out big and tall with a body covered in tattoos. He threw out confident symbols with his hands, those who were betting on him straining their lungs with praise. A scantily dressed girl in the front row caught his thrown cape and swooned. You groaned, hating the more showy fighters who did so much for applause and self-image. Even if you hated watching them fight, you at least respected those who did it for the soul-purpose of getting stronger instead of winning public attention. The brute stood ready on his side of the arena, cracking his knuckles and baring his sharp teeth. You felt sorry for who had the misfortune of being on the other side - this monster was huge.

Everyone went silent again as you all waited for the other one, a few disrespectful jerks booing at his impending presence. You heard his heavy footsteps echo throughout the stadium, and gasped as soon as his bright image came into view.

Fiery blond hair that pooled down his broad shoulders, beaming red eyes and a rippling body. Wine-rich tattoos of swirling flames framed his chest and face, the color pooling down to cover his arms entirely. The dragon’s claws, fangs, and horns all came to a dangerously cutting edge that made your veins prickle, and you shuttered. He looked so warm, and fibrous. Although he was more lean than his opponent, there was not a doubt in her mind who would win this fight. A brilliant smile tugged on his lips so handsomely, you couldn’t help but mimic the expression yourself.

By then Mitsuri had recovered from her humiliation and witnessed your interest in the man. “Cool, right? That’s Rengoku, he’s one of the more famous fighters. I remember seeing his father fight when I was little too. I guess it’s their family tradition, haha.” The name did sound slightly familiar. This was your first time coming here, but it was common for people to talk about it in their pasttime, similar to how they did sports. Fans roared with his arrival, many lighting fire sparklers that security quickly scrambled to put out. Rengoku’s eyes scanned the crowd, clearly amused with the shining display that was dedicated to him. Once his gaze neared you seized like you were afraid to be caught by a predator. Your stomach did flips when he seemed to do a double-take on your area, gold orbs locking onto yours. Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead, and you slowly looked behind you, trying to see who he was looking so intently at. Unsure, you turned back to him, who was, if you didn’t know any better, laughing at your crippling anxiety.

Stop it, he’s not looking at you. Calm down.

Your fingers tugged at the strings of your cropped hoodie, swallowing your head in the thick fabric to hide from the torture that was his supposed gaze. He likely wasn’t even watching you in the first place, but you couldn’t be too sure. Finally, he turned his attention back to the other dragon. You flushed when you saw him give what was surely a wink in your direction, but maybe you were imagining things. Another deafening ring began the battle.

This time, you couldn’t look away from the fight, eyes forcing themselves onto the blond beast. You were entranced by his movements and the way dodged around his insignificant opponent, delivering powerful blows that knocked the brute into stupidity. The way his muscles strained as he maneuvered in the fight was a sight that couldn’t bare to turn away from, lest you miss their perfect image. Although blood was still splattered, and plenty of it, it seemed less cruel this time. Rengoku wasn’t tearing at the man’s body to make a mess, but that wasn’t to say he wasn’t aiming to scar. Everything was put into simply winning with growth and honor. After a short time, or maybe it was a long time - you lost track - the fight drew to a close. Rengoku the victor. You couldn't even say you watched the fight because truly you hadn’t. You were just watching him. In his teeth was captured a piece of his victim’s bloody cape before he turned his neck to drape it over his shoulder. The audience went wild. Everyone, even Mitsuri and Shinobu, cheered his name. Rengoku! Rengoku! Rengoku!

The concept of cheering over one’s bloody defeat seemed so barbaric, at least it had been before. But in that moment, be it the hype of the battle or your interest in the winner, you joined too.

“Woooooo! Rengoku!”

Everything after that went by so fast, you didn’t feel conscious through most of it.

But from what you could tell, it all started with him whipping around in your direction, hair standing straight up and shoulders tense. The next moment, he was lunging out of the arena and forcing his way through the escaping humans. By the time you blinked, the section had evacuated, people running, and he was perched on the seat in front of you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his perspiring body. Your ears couldn’t pick up the worried call of your two friends in the background who were being held back by security, all you could hear was the sultry croon that was the dragon’s voice as he leaned in mere inches away from your heated face.

“Did you enjoy my fight, little one?”

You’re breath stuttered, lungs tight inside of your chest.

“I-I-I-” you couldn’t even speak, too shocked.

He chuckled and drew in long breathes, taking in your addicting scent. His eyes glanced down to your (f/c) hoodie with need. A sharp claw tugged at it. “Give me this.” Without thinking, you lifted your arms, allowing the dragon to rip it off you and leaving you in just your laced red bra. Can’t speak. Can’t think. Can’t leave. He brought the fabric up to his nose and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfied purr while eyeing your exposed rack. Rengoku twisted over to his shoulder, taking the scrap of cape into his teeth and dropping it into your lap. His hooded eyes looked up to gaze into yours, the stare melting your bones.

“This is for you. I won it - just for you.”

You gulped. “O-okay...” your voice only came out in a squeaky whisper, but you could tell he heard. He leaned into your ear, his hair tickling your face and distracting you from the wandering claw that was tugging at the center gore in your lacy corselet.

“Tell me how thankful you are, my little -” The blond growled aggravated, interrupting his question and crouching down to grab at his neck. As he bent, she could see it. And hear it. A shock collar. How had you not noticed that before? Suddenly he was stolen away, your vision clearing enough that you could make out Iguro and a massive white-haired one with who you were unfamiliar. Rengoku fought back viciously, throwing them off of him like a beast only to be dragged back again. You hadn’t even noticed that you yourself were being dragged away as well.

The moment you’re embraced in Mitsuri’s arms, you gasped for breath, apparently having been on the verge of passing out from the lack of oxygen. Hot tears pooled down your cheeks in fat dollops as you coughed and inhaled. You didn’t know what just happened or why you couldn’t escape. You felt like a deer in headlights. There was no time to ask questions as security ushered you out with a half-assed apology. In fact, it seemed the entire stadium had been kicked out.

The train ride home was quite, and you mindlessly played with the buttons of the jacket Mitsuri threw on you. None of you were quite sure what to say or do except for Kanroji, who was soothingly brushing your hair with her fingers. Once they were nearing the station, Shinobu interrupted the silence of the coach.

“We aren’t going back there again,” she stated firmly. Mitsuri thought for a moment and nodded.

“Y-you’re right. Next time, I won’t drag you along, (Y/n), and I’ll -”

“No ‘Suri.” she cut her off. “We aren’t going back there again. None of us.”

The woman’s eyes went wide. “B-but -”

“No Mitsuri! If they can’t control the fighters in the ring or stop them from using their influence, then we aren’t attending anymore.” She crossed her arms.

You looked up from your lap. “She can go. I don’t mind...” Kocho looked at you with sadness and pity, and you hated it. The train came to a stop before she could answer.

The walk to your homes was just as quiet. You could tell Mitsuri was trying hard not to cry, and it was eating you up, but you had no clue as to how to comfort her because Shinobu’s word was practically law. You gave her a sad goodbye as she parted for her house, her sniffles heard as she walked away. As you and Kocho made your way her house, you spoke up.

“You shouldn’t have told her that. She can still go there if she wants. You know she likes Iguro.” The woman sighed.

“I know, but it would be too dangerous considering... what just happened today.”

“...Whatever that was had nothing to do with her. She really wants to meet him and we shouldn’t stop her from working herself up to it.”

“She has met him before.” You slowed your walking. “What?”

She turned to you with melancholy look in her eye. “Before you had moved here, her and I used to go there often. She’s been obsessed for a long time, you see.” She took a breath. “I don’t know how she did it, but she got us in the back to meet him. I wasn’t all that interested so I told her to go on without me, but she took a long time, and naturally I got concerned.” You saw her fiddling with the edge of her coat similar to how you did when you got nervous. Was she nervous?

“When I found her, she was talking to him... or rather, listening I suppose. It was only him speaking. His voice sounded strange, and it was so unusual for Mitsuri to stay so quiet, and that’s when I noticed - he was stopping her from talking. At that point I had stepped in and dragged her away, luckily before he did anything. She said she doesn’t remember what he said, but it soon after that I found that thing in her drawer, so I can guess what it was about.” It was a lot of information to take in. You hadn’t known such a thing to have happened, obviously. There wasn’t a doubt within your mind that Kanroji was telling the truth, considering she had been so nervous earlier about what he would think of her appearance. But perhaps there had been a part of her mind that did remember. There was another factor in the story that drew your concern.

“What do you mean he was stopping her from talking,” you asked. She pinched her brows and inquired, “Back at the ring - did you look... Rengoku... in the eyes?” She said his name quietly as if it would trigger you. It didn’t. You nodded.

“And you couldn’t move? Couldn’t speak? But did what he told you to do?” You thought back to the memory and confirmed. “Yes.” She sighed weakly.

“For them, one of their mating practices involves influencing the actions of their desired mate using eye contact and intimidation. It has the same purpose when used on humans except the result is more fear-inducing since, well, we don’t have the same instincts that they do. It’s a more sexual experience for them.” Your nose scrunched up. Although you somewhat remembered what happened in the stadium, things were still blurry. You didn’t want to be so bold as to assume he was grooming you for mating, but the experience did have a sexual feeling to it. And you did feel afraid in the moment. At least you thought you did.

“Shinobu...,” you shook your head, “It was just a one-time thing, I’m sure it meant nothing. I’m fine now, Mitsuri’s fine. We can sit in the far back next time if you’re worr-” “There won’t be a next time,” she stated.

“I’m sorry, but it’s just something I wouldn’t like to risk. Dragon’s don’t have the same laws as us, and if something bad happened... I’m not sure. I just know it would be bad,” she uttered. She stopped walking and you realized you had reached your house. “Please, trust me.” Your mouth fell open and shut, and you nodded. She smiled, but it didn’t look happy.

You waited for her to leave the trail to your neighborhood completely before you booked it to the library, intent on educating yourself of the mating rituals of dragons. You were already so unfamiliar with their practices besides scenting and battle, and such ignorance had worked against you. There wasn’t anything about the interspecies relationships despite them definitely existing, but you did find a reliable source for regular dragon mating. As you read along the scrappy pages, you couldn’t help but notice how all of the signs were there of the dragon’s interest in you.

Battle was to impress the desired mate and prove they could protect.

Did you enjoy my fight, little one?

Taking clothing and belongings to include in the coupling nest.

Give me that.

Gifting of battle spoils to prove strength and the ability to nurture, as well as a proposal of mating.

This is for you. I won it, just for you.

The need for praise to make sure they were a good mate.

Tell me how thankful you are.

You bit your lip frustrated, and honestly a little flattered. But also undoubtedly guilty. Because it was kinda your fault for leading him on, apparently. The name they used on the stage (Rengoku), it turns out, was used as both a battle and mating call, with their secretive first name only used for domestic interactions with close friends and family. So when you had cheered for him, he must’ve gotten the wrong idea. And damnit, you took his offering! That meant you had accepted his proposal to becoming his mate. Sure, you thought he had been attractive and all, but this method of flirtation was... overwhelming, to say the least. Why give you the bloody remnants of his battle when he could’ve just asked you out to dinner? And he tried to rip your clothes off in front of hundreds of people! Speaking of which, there was a section for that too.

Draco suitors who show more public displays of suggestion tend to desire a larger sum of whelps than those who stay introverted. Not much information has been found for the reason, but Dracologist Amane Ubuyashiki has stated that both exhibitionism and vast breeding could simply translate to a more primal form of claim over their mate.

...Okay... weird...

The rest of the section was about nesting practices and mating which you read over a little too enthusiastically. It was easy to see why so many people fetishized about it, it was so.... primal. So much scenting and biting throughout the whole thing. It was embarrassing to know that influencing only worked when both parties were attracted to each other. It wasn’t your fault he was hot! Your eyes gawked when you saw their genitalia, far bigger that the average humans and ridged with a thick knot near the base. Supposedly it only grew to its fully enormous size when it was locked, but it still seemed an impossible fit! Maybe you’d ask Mitsuri about it later.

When you got back home, you felt exhausted and needy.

Your bed felt stiff when you laid down, which was disappointing, but sleep still needed to be had. You hadn’t even bothered to take anything off of your or clean up, collapsing on the futon as soon as you got through the door. You groaned uncomfortable and shifted on your side. A lump in Mitsuri’s coat dug into your side, so you fished it out, curious to what it possibly could have been. And in your hands was the bloody cape you had been “gifted” earlier.

The cloth was thoroughly crusted in dried blood, but it was also warm, as if lingering with the effects of the dragon’s touch. You shoved the thing under your pillow and tried to sleep, so drowsy that you didn’t notice the visitors that had let themselves in.

Did you enjoy my fight...

This is for you. I won it - just for you...

Tell me how thankful you are...

M y l i t t l e o n e

When you awoke, you felt groggy and stark. There was a jabbing pressure against your stomach as if you were bent over something, and your joints felt scratchy and pressed together. Your body was bouncing with movement, like you were being carried off somewhere, and the air was cold as hell. A groan left your lips as your concern grew

“She’s waking up, you idiot. I told you she needed more anesthesia.”

What?

“Can you relax? We’re almost there. Sniff that pink chick’s jacket again, you’re too tense.”

“...Whatever.”

Okay, something was definitely wrong, you knew that now. Fuck. You tried pulling apart your limbs which you now realized were tied together, the effort twice as pointless because your bones felt like jelly. Your vision was still void, and any speech you tried to spew came out as babble. Hanging over the large strangers shoulder was dizzying.

“Why did you have your women dress her up like that anyway?. We should’ve just dropped her off as she was and been done with it.”

You heard a sigh.

“Obanai, Obanai, you poor, ignorant man. You don’t know him like I do. The guy hated those other ones we offered him, so let’s go all out with this one. Have a heart for once.”

Obanai? Iguro’s here? Oh god, why couldn’t you move? Who were they talking about? You couldn’t think or remember. Tears dripped down your cheeks, but they went ignored, the man still lugging you onward toward an unknown destination. Slowly, you regained feeling in your limbs, working yourself up to closing your fist. But you heard Iguro hiss across from you.

“Tengen, I’m giving her more. At this rate she’ll be awake before he even gets there.” The man, Tengen, groaned.

You felt like you were suffocating when the needle pierced your neck. And then everything went black.

You gasped, jumping up from your recline ready to fight, but nobody was there. Nobody was anywhere. And where were you? Your eyes glanced around the room, or rather, environment you were kept in. You knew a cave when you saw one, and a dragon cave at that. Although, it was definitely as well kept as a room would be, you supposed. In the ground was planted sparking glowstone that gave the dim cave an intimate light, as well as hundreds of candles spread throughout the vast area. The ceiling had a nice cascading effect from top to bottom, and off in the distance, you spotted steaming pools that seemed to shimmer under the water. Most impressive of all was the spot you were currently set in, which looked to be a large divet in the cave floor that was thickly swaddled in furs and pillows of all kinds. But even with the tall layering, you still had to extend your limbs to climb out of the enormous sinkhole. A big nest for a dragon meant they wanted many whelps, and the thought made you shiver. Get out of here.

You sprinted over to the fuming waters and leaning over the rim, hoping to get a view of whatever skimpy outfit you were forced into. If not for the sweltering temperature in here, you would’ve been freezing.

With the water acting as a mirror, you took a look at yourself. It essentially looked like lingerie - a thin, cherry bra that just barely covered your breasts and a split-thigh skirt merged with panties that ran all the way up to your hips and more resembled a curtained thong. You desperately needed to get out of here. Immediately. You took deep, slow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Having a panic attack would not help your situation right now. Think. You went to your house. Woke up. Iguro was there. Talked about giving you to - Oh god. Now you remember.

Heavy, impending footsteps only confirmed your suspicions, and you scrambled to hide behind the nearest cave wall. Even in this dark cavern he seemed to glow, those bright red eyes flickering like fire and shining muscles on full display from the robe that was dropped down to his waist. He looked worked up and messy. Maybe he’d just gotten back from a fight. Probably. And he was sniffing the air like crazy and looking around. He knew you were here. You slowly covered your mouth with your hand and tried to keep quiet. Your body was shaking like a leaf despite it being hot as an oven in here, but there wasn’t much you could do when fear raked your being.

“Little one?” he called. You shook and had to stop yourself from whimpering. The pet name forced you to remember the arena, and how helpless you were then and how helpless you were now. He drew near to your hiding place and your heart stopped. His signature smile fell into a stern look. “Little one,” he warned, “little one, come.” This time you couldn’t help the fearful whine that escaped your throat. It was little and nearly inaudible, but the dragon snapped in your direction and promptly marched over.

You cowered as he came over, tensing at the sinewy arm he threw over you. You were powerless to stop him as he led you away from the hideout, settling for shutting your eyes as tightly as you could. You wouldn’t let him influence you again. He purred against you as he guided you into the familiar pit of bedding, rubbing his cheek all over your face and neck to scent you. Rengoku pushed you deeper and deeper into the mass of furs. You hissed and pushed him off of you, forgetting to keep your eyes closed. “Stop that.”

He gazed up at you with hooded, alluring eyes. "Do you like our nest mate? I made it just for you." His teeth grazed down your collar bone, and you shivered. "The perfect place to make our brood." You yelped and tried to crawl away.

“Rengoku...” His pupils sharpened at the call of his mating name, and you heard a growl curdle in his chest. “...or whatever your other name is - I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t want to be here!” He chuckled and pushed the smooth edge of his horns into your chest, similar to a playful goat. You remembered what this meant from the book - he wanted you to submit and present for him. So you grabbed the thick marrow and pushed him away - communicating disinterest. And he looked up at you with the saddest puppydog eyes you’ve ever seen. No, you had to stay strong.

“I’m really sorry, but this is all just happening so fast, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I... I can give back that thing you gave me at the tournament if you want. I didn’t mean to take it.” The blond plopped down on his haunches as you cautiously crawled away after your denial. The look was so painfully similar to the one Mitsuri had when told she couldn’t see her obsession anymore.

“Mate? Did I do something wrong?” You pressed a finger to your lips to silence him

“No, no, not mate. It’s (Y/n) okay. Listen - I really like you, but this entire... mating ritual... isn’t something I’m used to. And I’m willing to bet you’re the reason I was kidnapped!” You accused.

He nodded. “It’s the celebration of my 300th victory today. And that means I get the mate of my choosing.”

You shook your head. “For dragons that means you get the mate of your choosing. I’m human, and we don’t apply to that.” You crossed your arms. “We don’t just randomly give ourselves to strangers either. You know nothing about me.” Rengoku whined and quickly leapt over to you, his huge body weighing onto yours as he nuzzled into your breasts. Another instinct that was completely inappropriate in human culture but openly practiced amongst dragons for comfort. And to check if their mate could properly nourish their children, sneaky bastard.

“I’m sorry, little one. That was inconsiderate of me. I do want to know you,” His claws dug into your back as he hugged you closer. “I’ll be better” he promised and kissed your collar. God, the guy was cute. You had to give him that. You weren’t sure if he was sorry, but he certainly wanted to treat you well. You awkwardly pet his head and sighed, looking around for something to cover yourself in since he clearly couldn’t stay away from your bosom. Your eyes caught onto the familiar (f/c) fabric, and you squirmed out of his grasp to grab for it. the sleeve was in your grasp when you felt a muzzle press into your barely-clothed center. You whipped around to face him. “Hey!”

The sound of your palm across his cheek echoed throughout the cavern. And so did the pained yelp that was ripped from your throat when he nipped your wrist. Your other hand grabbed at the surface damage, and you cowered when he looked down at you.

“Bad mate. No hitting. Apologize.” He was controlling you again.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered. Another rule you failed to remember - violence begets violence. A gentle and weak mate doesn’t get to claim an aggressive one after all. The blond cooed at your submission and crawled over you. His entire body towered over your little form. The purrs deep in his lungs vibrated against your belly as he resumed nursing position, this time kneading your tits with his paws and pushing them against his face. You could only lie there, whether it be by your own shock or the effects of his spell. A hot tongue licked under the swell of your breast and you gasped. Your fists clenched as he continued his assault, courage building in your chest until it bubbled over into a rough shove that you delivered to the beast. As fast as you could manage while you were free, you clawed your way out of the nest and made haste toward the baths. Rengoku cackled behind you.

“You are feisty, little one! I do enjoy the challenge,” he purred. You wound around the confusing maze of his home, unable to find an exit but continuing onward.

“Yeah? Well, I hope you like losing too because there’s no way I’m just gonna let you have me!” you yelled over your shoulder. You made your way down another large tunnel, but a thick hand on your waist told you your time for escape was over. He snatched your wrists to hold your trembling back against him and leaned into your ear to whisper.

“How about we play a game then, hm?” Despite your brave words before, you gulped and stuttered, “W-what?” The beast’s claw traced the strap that wrapped around your exposed hip and plucked it like a string of music.

His voice was so hot against your ear. “You run off and find a good hiding spot, yeah? You’ll have ten minutes to hide, and I’ll have ten minutes to find you.” His lips curled against your nape as you froze like prey. “If I don’t, you get to have your freedom. And if I do, I get to have you. Sound fair?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. No, it wasn’t fair. But you didn’t have many other options and responded with a disoriented whine. A slap to your ass snapped you from your trance.

“Then get a move on, sweetness. I’m getting hungry.”

You grimaced at the new pet name and leg-buckling indication, but obliged. You had underestimated just how huge this place was. It was massive. More proof of just how many offspring the dragon wanted. Each tunnel lead to another sub-section and for the life of you, you couldn’t tell if you were getting very far. Although, you had to admit that being hunted down like this was kind of exciting, certainly more exciting than your past sexual experiences. You lost count of the seconds after seven minutes, and that was a while ago so you took a journey down another hellishly long hallway and actually found somewhere quite convenient. This room was filled to the brim with fabrics and furs and cottons. It must’ve been where he was storing extra nesting materials. You quickly buried yourself under the materials, digging all the way to the bottom and fixing the space to make it look untouched. Breathing was difficult and the weight was so heavy that you worried of how you would get out, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

And so the wait began.

You counted in your head to take up the time and tried your best not to move or make a sound. Sweat was pooling down your body in thick beads and no doubt making your scent stronger, you prayed to the gods he wouldn’t get to this area at all lest he smell your sweet aroma and the wetness leaking from between your thighs.

The thrumming of your heart rang in your ears loudly when you heard his footsteps near and you willed the thing to quiet so you could listen closely. You heard the predator deeply sniff the air and it seemed as if he had stopped right in front of your hiding place. You threw a hand over you mouth and waited.

You rewarded yourself with a gulp of oxygen when you heard the man leave, but cursed when you’d realized you lost your count of time again. Around seven or eight minutes maybe? It was close to the end, you knew that. You hoped he would at least be honest with the time limit. Two minutes later and your chest filled with joy! and disappointment. Only a few seconds more and you could get out of this whole mess and go home with your dignity. You took another deep breath and sighed.

“You hid well! Although, a suggestion for next time would be to find someplace that would better mask your arousal, (y/n).” You couldn’t even react before a fist around your ankle was yanking you out of the burrow. You tried to thrash and tell him to stop but your movement and sound were muffled by the weight of furs on top of you.

“I suppose a human such as yourself never really stood a chance in the first place. I’m a warrior yet to be bested, after all! What kind of mate would I be if I couldn’t hunt you down and sate your needs?” He sounded too genuine, even with the filth and obsession that left his mouth.

As soon as your bottom half was pulled out, ass presented in the air, he delivered another playful spank and reached under your skirt to pull at the center of your panties, letting it snap back over your pussy. You cried out from both sensations. “W-wait!” you pleaded, a hint of excitement in your voice but mostly fear. Rengoku threw your thighs over his shoulders and pressed his face into your center.

“I’ve waited long enough.”

And with that the man rose from his knees, pulling the rest of your sweaty body from the covers and letting your head smack against his toned stomach. Blood rushed to your head from the hanged position, and you were forced to scramble for purchase as he held you up with only his brawny arms wrapped around your hips. More heat gathered in your cheeks when you felt him intake a deep scent of your fragrant cunt. You squealed and dug crescents into his thighs as he nosed the cloth out the way and gave an experimental lick to your sinfully damp heat. A heavenly feeling you were not expecting. But instinct played its part when you subconsciously bucked into it. The dragon chuckled into your lips and hummed when he took your tasty bundle of nerves into his mouth.

“Such a fine mate. I know you’ll take my knot so well.” As scared as were for such a thing to happen, the worry sank to the back of your mind when his tongue felt sooooo goood. And hot.

His mouth drooled all over your poor cunt while he walked you back down the large corridors to his nest, that he was no doubt going to breed you in. Your nest too now, apparently. The top that kept you concealed was as good gone as it rode down under your dangling tits, and the feeling of your sensitive nipples rubbing against his skin made it so hard not to scream. You held strong around his madriff, moaning into his clothes and clamping your thighs around his head, telling yourself the purpose was to keep you from falling and definitely not to get more of his avid tongue in your pussy.

This man wasn’t just eating you out. He was eating. You. Out. Tongue licking over every crevice in your folds and lips sucking on your clit like he needing it to survive. Every ravenous growl into your sex vibrated through your stomach and made you drip. Occasionally he would pull back blow on the growing wetness and tell you how perfect you were while you shivered and whined.

“So delicious. I could eat you for days, sweetness.”

Oh please do.

“My perfect little mate. You’re far too beautiful.”

Mmm, yes, thank you.

“Don’t you see what you do to me, little one?”

You could. You feel it, even, with the bulge that was tenting near your face. And with the question, his tongue aggressively lapped at your sensitive clit until you were coming all over his face with a wail. “Yes Rengoku!” He purred at your call and drank your juices down hungrily. His lips pressed sweet kisses to your folds as you came down from your high, panting and softly moaning. Fighting this was pointless. He’d already won.

Luckily for your given arms, you’d reached the nest, and Rengoku set your limp body down gently into the much needed comfort. You weakly settled into the warm furs and nearly dozed off until you felt thick fingers prod your slick entrance. Your flinched away from sensitivity and stopped him by rolling onto your side. “No, please... I can’t, not again,” you muttered out.

He crawled over you to place a sweet kiss to your temple and crooned into your ear.

“Shhhh, hush now. I need to prepare you for me or it will hurt. You want to please me don’t you? Take my knot again and again until I’m emptied?”

He was effecting you again, but this time you found you didn’t even care and rolled back over to spread yourself for him. “Yesss,” you slurred.

“Yes what, dearest?”

You sighed and rolled your hips at him suggestively. “Yes Rengoku, my m-mate.” He smirked triumphantly and kissed you, on the mouth this time. Your flavor lingered heavily on his tongue, but instead of disliking it, your arousal increased tenfold. “That’s my girl. I’ll be sure to breed you well for being so good for me.” Your empty pussy clenched at his promise.

He quickly tore off what remained of your cherry lingerie, and his tongue worked in tandem with his fingers as both thrust past your respective holes. You greedily downed his saliva as his finger, then two, worked your tightness, scissoring you open and making you gush. You hadn’t thought kissing to be on the table since it was more humane custom of affection. Perhaps he had known more about your species than initially thought and just hadn’t wanted to take that more complicated route of courting you. You soaked the nesting underneath you and he reveled in it, loving how much your scent was masking the bed. The man added a third digit and curled them into your sweet spot, and you bit his lip to distract from the mind-blowing feeling. Just his three fingers felt bigger than anything you’d ever taken before, and he managed to map out your insides in a matter of moments. The lewd squelches of him plunging into your core over and over again echoed throughout the cave and made you all the more desperate and embarrassed. You’d been so strong-willed before, and now you were pathetically letting him ruin you as he pleased. Would he think less of you for it?

As if reading your mind, he gave your lips one final peck and moved down your neck, muttering his praised as he covered the responsive flesh in bruising love bites.

“That’s it, darling. Keep being so obedient for me. Good girls get filled and knotted,” he whispered into your skin, making you shutter. The thought of being knotted no longer made you nervous, and instead made you even more antsy to get it over with. The dragon wouldn’t be so keen on doing it unless he knew it would feel amazing for you, and, shockingly, you trusted him.

You threw your head back and cried when his mouth descended upon your perk nipple, tongue caressing and flicking it. It was thrilling to feel his sharp teeth graze the sensitive bud, and you grasped a handful of his thick, golden hair to keep him steady as he nursed. The grind of his palm against your clit as he plunged into you once more finally did you in, and you came with a shrill cry. Rengoku released your breast with a pop, and nuzzled it as he pressed his horns into you once more. Another strong request for you to submit to him. This time you took him by the horns and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “Rengoku?” you breathed.

He lips brushed against your as he took them again. “Yes, my love?”

“What’s your name? Your actual name?” You’d be damned if you let him have his way with you without getting his name first. He laughed and nipped at your jaw line.

“It’s Kyojuro, my little one. Try not to forget it in a moment.” If you weren’t so pliant for him, you would’ve rolled your eyes at his confidence.

He pulled his hand away from your sex, strings of your slick sticking to his digits. His lustful eyes gazed into yours as he took them into his mouth and licked each claw clean. You were grateful he had retracted his sharp nails before pleasing you. But now they were out again as he wrapped your creamy thighs around his hips. You impatiently kicked at his robe while he undid it and he chuckled at your brattiness. “Patience~,” he sang.

When he pushed away the limp cloth and revealed himself, you gasped at the mere sight. It was massive, even larger than the model in the novel you read. Compared to yourself, it must’ve gone much past your naval, and the girth was nearly as thick as your arm. It wasn’t fully swelled yet, but you could see the heavy knot that was beginning to form near the base and was even wider than the swell of his shaft. He must’ve noticed your nerves as his paws calmly kneaded your thighs as your tried to squirm away.

“Kyojuro... i-it won’t fit.” He smiled softly and pulled you flush against him, his cock resting on your belly and stopping a good bit over your belly button. You felt how swollen and heavy his balls were against the curve of your ass.

“It will. We’ll just have to take our time, won’t we?” He rolled his hips, and you gasped softly. Kyojuro stroked your belly as he withdrew to press the fat, blushing tip to your entrance and slowly pushed it past the tight ring of muscle. Your nails dug into the nest as your cunt was stretched so wide it took your breath away. But the built up lubrication did help, and it was only a few moments later the full chunk of his head was embraced by you velvety walls. You saw the blondes eyes scrunch closed and brows furrow, signaling his diminishing patience to take things slow. You stroked his cheek tenderly and pulled him down for a kiss.

He licked all over your lips, jaw, and tear-stained cheeks as he slowly fed you his inches and crooned encouragement into your ear. Fuck, he was big. It felt like you would burst at any moment. But you did enjoy the incredibly full feeling, having never felt so fed in your entire life. Your cervix being forced to stretch to the back of your uterus felt a bit nauseating at first, but with time (and praise) your body soon adapted. It was a very instinctually primary thought, but you felt giddy knowing such a large thing would be able to breed your womb well. It was like the dragon’s own need to mate was infecting you as well, even causing you to bite and lick over his features as he was doing yours. And for the first time in your life, your finally realized why they partook in such primitive ways - it felt fucking good.

With one final pitch forth, he was fully sheathed inside your cunt, and you hmphed. That last bit was especially thick, and you knew it was because of the developing knot. It was hard to think being so stuffed, but lingering curiosity caused you to look down and witness the prominent imprint that such an impressive cock left in your belly. Shit. You squeezed around him on accident and he whined.

“Careful, sweetness. I want to be gentle with you, but that will be difficult if you don’t behave.” You panted and muttered under your breath. “Tch, I didn’t ask you to do that.” You broke from your haze and tensed when you realized you’d sassed out loud.

“Oohohoo~” he chuckled amused. You quickly put your hands up to shield your self and apologize, “W-wait, I-I didn’t me-” He slapped a hand over your stuttering lips and squeezed your flushed face.

“Such a disobedient mouth. Perhaps I should have used that first,” he growled. You violently shook your head in his hold, tears threatening your eyes but your core betraying you and squeezing him tighter.

“No? Then do as I say if you want to walk tomorrow,” Rengoku hissed. Because he was Rengoku, a prized dragon fighter that hadn’t lost a single battle since his career started and spilled enough blood to fill a lengthy river. But you didn’t want Rengoku right now, you wanted Kyojuro. Sweet and playful and gentle Kyojuro.

“K-k-kyojuro!” you cried into his palm as a tear rolled down your cheek. He left go and licked it up immediately. You sniffled, and he rubbed his cheek against yours.

“I’m sorry, liitle mate. That was far too mean of me. You deserve only the best, sweet thing.” He pressed a kiss to your nose and then your rosy lips. Hesitantly you reciprocated. He was only a dragon after all, it was in their nature to be rough during their rut.

He licked and nibbled at your ear. “Darling, are you okay? Can I keep going?” You stroked his hair back then wrapped your arms around his back. “mhmm, just... be nice?” Kyojuro feathered a kiss to your cheek and purred into your ear.

“Of course.”

You held your breath when he withdrew the first few inches of his cock, then whimpered when he plunged them back in, a wet noise reaching your ears. True to his promise, he was kind in the first few thrusts, setting a slow, grinding pace that stretched you out but felt pleasant. The heavy stimulation to the mouth of your cervix was delicious, and that coupled with the tongue he had suddenly wrapped around your breast made your insides more easily mold to his phallus.

“Mmm, feels good,” you praised, hoping he’d enjoy it as you did, “mate.” He growled into your skin and increased his pace and pullout.

“Yes... good girl, keep calling me that.” Despite the growing power of his thrusts, the pain and discomfort continued melting away until you were left in an oasis of pure ecstasy. The hot veins of his cock pulsing against your walls made you mewl in his ear like a kitten. And every time his growing knot caught against your g-spot made your eyes roll to the back of your head. He plowed even faster and you started whining. You didn’t even notice the drool that was beginning to run down the side of your mouth.

“Soooo goood, Kyojuro. I-it feels soo good,” you panted and clung onto his back. Your honey was dripping all over his length and coating his balls, making them slap wetly against your backside. He groaned and brought a hand up to rub your clit, pounding you through your first orgasm. The pleasure traveled through every nerve in your body, all the way to your thrown-head and curling toes. He hissed at the tight grip your fluttering pussy had around his cock, but admired how well you were milking him. You would get your fill soon enough.

“Mm, gonna knot you so well - nnn - pump you so full of my seed until your bursting. You’ll look so pretty carrying my brood.” His cock twitched and seemed to swell even larger. You cried into his shoulder as his pace quickened and fingers pinched your little bead. Everything was so much - the sensations, the pounding, the heat. It felt like the dragon was boiling you alive with pleasure. Pleasure that nearly distracted you from the bulbous knot that was furiously swelling with each trill into your core. Your legs quivered helplessly around his hips with each catch, waiting anxiously for the moment it would fully catch inside you and force you to take every drop of precious cum he had stored up just for this moment. His growls became viscous.

“Fuck - tell me who owns you!”

You whined pathetically and tried to stutter with swollen lips and a dumb brain. “Y-you.” His hand slapped over your aching clit and he bit down on your shoulder. You screamed and tried to think with your stupidly fucked head.

“K-k-kyojuro!” You wept.

Smack.

“Rengoku!”

Smack.

You were bawling now, a flurry of pain and pleasure. His ferocious pace didn’t die down for a second and edged you that much closer to what you could tell would be your most powerful orgasm yet.

“M-muh-m-my - My mate! Ah~” He sucked on the scar he forced into your flesh, almost like a reward.

“Good girl - my perfect little one. Show me how much you want my seed. Show me!”

And with one final, dizzying thrust, he peaked. Kyojuro bottomed out, tip pressed directly against the mouth of your womb, and his painfully heavy knot locked inside your cunt. His cock throbbed dramatically, the first wave of cum spilling into your pussy hotly. Fat tears fell heavily down you cheeks as you threshed to escape the lock, his knot pressing directly into your g-spot mercilessly. If you thought you were overstimulated before, you were wrong. So wrong. Now it was torture.

“I can’t, ah ah, I can’t, I CAN’T! Oh - oh please, ah! I can’t- oh my god, hah.”

The plea fell on deaf ears as the dragon’s tongue hung out and drooled onto nesting bed, focused solely on filling you, his new breeding bitch, up with his copious spunk. With another roll of his hips, you were squirting all over his pelvis. Your nails dug into his broad shoulders as you tried to get away, but the more you writhed, the harder it bullied your sweet spot and the harder you came.

Even when exhausted and on the verge of unconsciousness, your cunt still milked his steamy cum into your womb, your belly gently swelling with each sip. Your mate was quite proud of you. Your first knotting and you did so well! He cooed in your ear with each swig and pulled you to drape over him so as to not crush you and the child that was inevitably growing in your belly. Not a drop was dripping past the plug and you whimpered when he tugged on it as he moved.

“So well - you did so well.” He brushed a strand of your messy hair behind your ear and kissed your head. “Absolutely amazing. I know you’ll make a fine mother for our young, won’t you?” His peck felt like the warmest, most comfortable pillow you’d ever laid on.

“Mhmm,” you sighed, eyes fighting to stay awake. Kyojuro giggled at your sleepy state. It would be a while until his knot went down, so you might as well get some hours in. You’d need them.

“I suppose you’ve earned your rest, little (y/n). But don’t keep me waiting long. I plan to take you many, many times over.”

You hummed in acknowledgement and let your eyes close. You trusted your new mate to take care of you now.

You were his little one, after all.

God that fight was spectacular, what an absolute demon of an opponent! Rengoku had still won of course, but wow! What a rush! He couldn’t wait to get home to give you the bloody spoils and tell you about it. Or well, there were other things to be done first, but he’d tell you about it later for sure! You’d come a long way from your distaste about dragon sport, and it was nice to see how much it was growing on you. Such a supportive mate.

The moment he’d walked in, he could tell you were sleeping. He found it so cute how tired you’d grown in the past month since you’d first mated, surely a result of fertile pregnancy. The dragon cooed at your resting form when he submerged into the nest.

Rattled from your sleep from the sudden movement in your bed, you yawned wide and rubbed at your tired eyes. Looking up from your starfish position, you weren’t surprised to find the handsome blond doting on you as he always did when he returned. With one last dreamy sigh, you finally gave him what he was looking for, rolling onto your softly swelled belly and presenting your ass up in the air. He got full view of your pretty sex like this, your hole still dribbling with a thick, creamy stream of the last load he knotted you with right before he left for battle. You threw him a lusty gaze over your shoulder as he crawled over to you. Being so empty of him for hours had been lonely, but you were happy with the milky gift he left in your womb to keep you warm for when he was gone.

Throbbing cock in hand, he slowly slid inside you, stretching your walls as deliciously as you remembered. You mewled and let your head rest against your folded arms as he set a gentle pace for you. Good mate. You moaned.

“Welcome home~”

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{Rengoku x Fem!Reader} getting caught in the rain

Warnings: semi-public sex, explicit language

A/N: I kinda hate the title but like…I can’t come up with anything else. And would you look at that?! A Rengoku fic that ISNT angst

Word Count: 5.8k

“Are you sure we should go?” The dark clouds in the distance made you feel it would be better to stay indoors. “Nothing we can’t handle! Your training after all. Missions won’t always occur in perfect weather.” Being Rengoku’s Tsugoku had its ups and downs. The down being his never ending persistence.

“Do we at least have an umbrella?” You were unsheathing your blade nonetheless. “Nope!” Your shoulders sagged slighted, watching him pull out his blade as well. “Let’s begin!”

Being Rengoku’s tsugoku meant you also used flame breathing. You weren’t nearly as skilled as the Hashira himself but you were no doubt second best amongst the corps. Others envied you, guys because you got to train under him, girls because you got to spend so much time with him.

“Flame breathing, second form!”

That’s how most mornings began for you. Relentless sparring until you managed to knock the blade from his hands. He never eased up until you did so. By the end of it your voice was hoarse from screaming out the different forms. The other downside of Rengoku’s training was his “cool down”.

Which wasn’t a cool down at all, unless you consider a ten mile run a cool down.

You saw your opening after thirty minutes of back and forth. As you hauled yourself forward a loud clap of thunder in the distance made you lose your footing. You hit the ground with a hard thump, one that knocked the wind out of your lungs.

“Y/n?” Rengoku’s serious act disappeared, running to your side. “Are you afraid of thunder?”

You stared up at him, blinking spots from your vision. “No…” you heaved, still trying to catch your breath. “Just…caught my off guard.”

“Well you’re supposed to have your guard up all the time.”

Of course he’d say that.

You took his outstretched hand, getting back to your feet with a wince. “We’ll work on that. Let’s try again.” The thunderclouds were closer now, soon they’d cover the sun. “Master?” You drew your blade, getting back into a fighting stance. “Yes?” His serious face was slowly returning as he too positioned himself.

“Does flame breathing still work in the rain?” It felt like a stupid question, but you couldn’t help it. “It does.” You hoped for more of an explanation but he leapt towards you with no hesitation. You blocked his attack, the force making your arms scream in protest.

“We really can’t stop for the rain?” You unleashed another attack hoping he’d say yes. “Absolutely not!” Despite the serious expression he began to laugh. So you continued, back and forth until the clouds engulfed the sun and you were left in dull grey light.

“Here it comes!” The first few droplets of rain fell just as Rengoku launched another attack. Your new motivation was to get the blade out of his hand before it turned into a downpour. “Are you stalling?” Your eyes opened wide when you realized he was playing defense. “Maybe.”

The smirk in his tone made your knees a little weak. You couldn’t deny it, even if you wanted to. You had a massive crush on your master. How could you not? “You want us to get drenched don’t you!” You yelled across the training grounds, the rain was falling steadily now. Give it a few more minutes and you’d probably be struggling to see him.

“Maybe I do! Training in the rain is fun, you know.” You were practically on top of him, faces becoming no less than a few inches apart as he blocked your attack. “It would be more fun if I was prepared for the rain.” Your cheeks puffed out in a huff of annoyance as he sent you flying backwards.

That was the thing about Rengoku, he was infuriating to train with. “Damn you!” You skidded across the training grounds. Another clap of thunder made a surprised gasp leave your lips. “So you are frightened of thunder.” Rengoku’s sudden appearance directly in front of you made you yell.

The rain was falling steadily enough now that your uniform was beginning to cling to you. “I am not!” You stepped back, taking in the sight of your master’s soaked hair. The bright strands plaster his forehead and cheeks. “We should really go inside!” You were confused as to why he wasn’t trying to attack.

“No…I rather like what I’m looking at.” You dropped your defensive stance, looking at him in confusion.

“You what?”

“Got you.” His blade knocked you off your feet, causing you to land on your ass with yet another loud thump. “C-c’mon! That was cruel, master!” Your hair began sticking to your face as well, your uniform thoroughly wet and clinging to you. He crouched down to your level, a smile on his face.

“I do like what I see.”

You suddenly felt too exposed, watching Rengoku glance over your body. Your uniform was clinging to you, leaning little to the imagination. “M-master?” He gave you a shy smile, “am I over stepping?” Another clap of thunder made you flinch. “No…you’re not overstepping at all.”

You really hoped he understood.

“I’m sorry, it’s rather unprofessional of me to do this.” He began to stand, the rain making this uniform cling to him as well. “I don’t mind.” You felt your cheeks flush, your answer a little too eager than you wanted to sound. “You don’t?” His head tilted, hand sticking out to help you up.

“If…if you’re saying you like me…” you grabbed his hand, instead of using it to stand you pulled him down. “I like you too.” You smiled as Rengoku landed on his knees in front of you, a bright blush covering his whole face. “This is very unprofessional.” You rolled your eyes “Oh ease up.”

You cupped his face in your hands, “can I kiss you, master?”

Despite the cool rain streaming down your faces, you felt warm all over. “Yes.” The training was forgotten as your lips met in a hesitant kiss. Rengoku’s hands found your waist, holding it lightly in case you didn’t want him to touch you there.

“You can touch me.” Your foreheads were pressed together as you pulled away from his lips. That little bit of reassurance was what he needed to proceed. You caught on right away to his inexperience, smiling against his lips as you took the lead. All it took was your teeth sinking into his bottom lip, his mouth parted slightly out of shock and you slipped in.

As expected, he caught on quickly. You shivered in anticipation as his tongue began fighting for dominance against your own. As another clap of thunder shook the ground below you, he pulled away. “Should we really be doing this right here?”

“I thought you said training in the rain was fun?” The rain was dripping off your faces, you were completely and utterly drenched. “You consider this training?” He was pulling at his own collar, trying to pop off some of the buttons. “We’re building muscle and burning calories aren’t we?”

“Stamina practice…that’s it.”

You helped him unbutton his top, his fingers were far too jittery to get them himself. You helped him push the top off and throw it somewhere in what was now mud. In hindsight maybe this wasn’t the best place to fuck your master.

“Your mouth is hanging open, y/n.” You snapped out of your daze, eyes shooting up from his chest to his eyes. “Sorry.” You weren’t sorry and he knew it, a smile creeping up his face. “Do you like it?”

“Your body?”

“Yeah.”

“I do.” Your hands reached out to trace from his chest to the v-line that disappeared under the waistband of his pants. “Can I…see you?” You smiled softly, getting close to his ear and whispering “no.”

“…No?” You began to laugh, pulling him closer on top of you. “No. This is your punishment for making us stay out in this damn weather.” You crashed your lips to his again, falling backwards so he’d land on top of you. At this point you didn’t care if you got covered in mud.

“Aren’t you making us stay out here longer?” You groaned in frustration as Rengoku pulled away from you again. “You’re making us stay out here longer by pulling away from me.” Yet another clap of thunder made you flinch, Rengoku smiling as you hid under him. “We really should find some shelter, I think it would be more enjoyable.”

“No.”

“You are full of defiance today.”

“It’s your fault we are in this position anyways.” You moved to kiss him again but he pulled off completely. “What are you—“ you didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence, Rengoku had you off the ground and over his shoulder. “Master!”

“As your master I have to keep you safe.” He was taking you straight off the training grounds. “The damage is already done.” You're both absolutely drenched. “Oh I don’t care that we are soaked. If I’m going to fuck you, i’d rather it be I’m a safe and sanitary space.”

You were at his mercy, mind reeling at the words he just spoke. “There is a part of our estate that no one goes to, so we should have some privacy there.” You found it hard to concentrate on his words while you had a clear view of his ass.

Next thing you knew you were being placed on the wooden porch, a roof over your head to shield you from the rain. “There we go, my dear.” He stepped up onto it as well, shaking his hair like a wet dog. “Master!” You knew no one would hear you over the rain but you still felt a need to be quiet.

“What? You’re already wet.” He tugged the tie that kept some of his hair up, letting the strands loose and shaking his head again and spraying you with water. “Doesn’t mean you make it worse!” You began to laugh, undoing the buttons of your uniform top. As much as you wanted to tease him, the wet material was uncomfortable against your skin.

“Oh so you are letting me see you?” You glanced up at him, eyes trailing over his glistening frame. “Only because I can’t stand this feeling.” You peeled the top off and dropped somewhere to the side. You watched Rengoku’s eyes zero in on you, you followed his gaze downward. “Oh!” Your hands flew to the binding on your chest, which was now practically transparent.

“You perv!” There was a teasing tone to your voice, but you felt a little embarrassed nonetheless.

“Don’t forget what he came here to do, my dear.” He was walking towards you now, forcing you to crane your head all the way back to stare at him. You felt hot all over, eyes leaving his face to train down his frame again. You were level with the bulge in his pants, which is why you did what you did next. You shifted from your ass to your knees, so quickly Rengoku didn’t have time to process it.

You placed a kiss directly on his bulge, pulling away as quickly as you leaned forward to see his reaction. “I certainly didn’t forget, master.” You never expected to see such a look of determination pass over his features, one that held a dark glint of lust. “Kyojuro.” You blinked up at him.

“What?”

“You can call me master if you please, but I’d also like you to call me Kyojuro. Whichever is more comfortable for you.”

You nodded, hands shaking slightly as you began to undo the buckle of his belt. “Is this okay, Kyojuro?” You felt odd using the man’s first name, not expecting the groan that left his lips in response. “This is perfect, little firefly.” Your hands fumbled hopelessly at the nickname. “O-okay.” You finally got it undone, tugging off and dropping it to the side as you peeled his uniform pants off.

“Are you sure no one will see us?” you swallowed thickly as he was fully exposed to you now. He certainly didn’t seem like the type to care if wandering eyes caught him. “No one ever comes down this way, we will be fine. If it concerns you that much we can go to my room.” You shook your head, the idea of possibly running into his little brother would mortify you.

You slowly wrapped your hands around his length, already hard and oozing. It felt warm and heavy in your hands, somewhere in the back of your mind you were questioning how it would feel inside of you. “Pretty…” you didn’t mean to say it outloud, part of you hoped he didn’t hear. It was tan like the rest of his body, a few veins along the sides with a pretty pink tip. He was a sizeable length but nothing crazy, a good girth to him as well.

You stuck your tongue out, carefully running it along the underside of his shaft. A shaky moan leaving his lips as one hand came up to cup your cheek. You took your time, slow soft licks up and down from base to tip. You liked the way he twitched under you, his veins pulsing beneath your tongue. You looked up at him with wide eyes, in that moment he swears he could have melted.

You didn’t break that eye contact as you pulled all the way back, lips slowly wrapping around his tip. You swirl your tongue over the soft flesh, his pre-cum salty and bitter on your tongue. You broke eye contact, a low moan leaving his lips as you hollowed your cheeks. “Have-ha- you done this before?” He was breathless, honestly you weren’t sure how he was still on his feet from the way his thighs trembled under your fingertips.

You didn’t answer, instead willing yourself to relax as you sunk further down on his length. You felt him twitch against your tongue, a low streak of profanities leaving his lips. Your throat constricted harshly when you reached halfway down his shaft, a gag making you want to hide your face. “Are you okay?” There was a tinge of worry mixed with his evident pleasure. You pulled off of him to catch your breath.

“Yes.” You were back on him a second later, getting half way down his cock before feeling the urge to gag. You swallowed around him, taking a hand off his thigh to begin pumping whatever you couldn’t fit. “Oh…perfect. So perfect.” He was

running his fingers through your wet hair now, guiding you further down on his length. You didn’t even realize until you felt your own hand bump your nose. You nearly had his whole cock down your throat.

The realization startled you enough to make your throat constrict, a loud moan leaving his lips. You silently prayed it couldn’t be heard over the pounding rain. You steadied yourself, bobbing your head back and forth hoping he’d catch on and guide you. You tapped his thigh when he didn’t catch on, looking up at him through watery eyes. “Do you - ah- want me to guide you, firefly?”

You hummed in response, sending vibrations from his head all the way to his base. You could have sworn his eyes rolled back. You bummed again as he began to shallowly thrust into your mouth, fighting off a laugh as he did roll his eyes back. He always acted so composed, you were determined to make him unravel by the end of this. “C-close.” Already? You swallowed the best you could, eyes trained upwards at his face.

His hips stuttered, allowing you to work him over the edge.

“I-I’m gonna…” you didn’t move, coaxing him to come down your throat. He looked down at you, a sudden clarity in his eyes as he spoke. “Can I?” You hummed again, pulling back to focus solely on his tip. You watched as his blush spread across his whole face, hands digging deep into your hair as he came. You flinched slightly as his release hit the back of your throat, swallowing thickly you released him.

“Why don’t you sit, master? You look ready to fall asleep.” He shook his head, damp hair flying about but dry enough to not spray you with water. “I’m certainly not about to fall asleep.” His eyes were lidded but there was something burning behind them. “Let me repay the favor.” He crouched, making you fall backwards onto your ass as he climbed over you. “Repay?” You shivered as his hands found your waist, breathing fanning across your lips as his forehead nearly touched yours.

“Will you allow me to?”

“Yes.” You closed the distance between his lips, hands holding onto his shoulders as you pulled him down. “Kyojuro…” you pulled away as he hovered over you, “undress me please.” Your clothes were still damp, making you feel itchy. “Can I rip this?” He hooked a finger under your see through breast binding, eyes shamelessly admiring them.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You used your own hands to help tear the flimsy cloth away. “So pretty, firefly.” You shivered as a calloused hand came up to cup one of your breasts. Kyojuro seemed fascinated by the way goosebumps followed his fingers, finally leading him to your perked nipple. “I gave you what you wanted, don’t tease me.” There was a time and a place for him to admire your body the way he wanted to. Clearly, sitting on his porch during a thunderstorm wasn’t the time nor the place. “But your body is so reactive to me, it’s cute.”

“I want you inside of me, master.”

He seemed to do a hard reset at that, pupils blown wide as he blinked at you. “Did you hear me? I want you inside of me. Please.” You couldn’t keep ignoring the throb between your legs. “I did. And you’ll get what you want, my firefly. Let me repay the favor first.” He kissed your sternum, moving down to your stomach, stopping when he reached the waistband of your uniform pants. “You’ll get to feel me inside of you soon enough. Just let me taste you first.”

It was time for you to do a hard reset, blinking at him as you let him pull your pants off. The cool air fanning over your dripping cunt made you want to squeeze your legs shut and hide. Kyojuro on the other hand refused to let you do so, large hands pulling your thighs apart so you were fully exposed. “M-master…” you wanted to look away, but the look in his eyes had you absolutely hypnotized.

He was looking at you the way a starved man would look at his first meal.

“So, so pretty, my firefly. Even better than I imagined.” Imagined? He’s thought about this before? You didn’t have time to think about that, not when he was using his middle and index fingers to spread your folds apart. “M-master!” You felt a chill run down your spine as your clit was exposed to the cool air. “You’re this wet from sucking me off?” Never in a million years did you think Rengoku Kyojuro would say those words to you.

“Bold words from someone who fell apart on my tongue.” You squealed as he pulled you towards him, making you fall flat on your back. “We’ll see about that.” He continued to pull you forward until just your upper back and shoulders rested against the wooden porch. Your ass pressed into his chest, his mouth just inches from your cunt. The position was awkward, embarrassing even. But with his mouth so close to your clit, you really couldn’t care less.

You stuck his tongue out, letting you watch a glob of his spit drip slowly from the tip of his tongue. You understood why he had you in this position the second his saliva made connection with your cunt. He wanted you to watch everything he did to you. “K-Kyo…” you couldn’t get the rest of his name out, not when his tongue slid so slowly up your cunt. It was a slow and languid pace, taking his time from your drooling entrance up to your pulsing clit.

You couldn’t figure out what to do with your hands, part of you wanted to reach for the arms that were holding your knees over his shoulders. You weren’t that flexible, so your next hope was that you could reach his thighs. You shivered each time his tongue slid across your clit, making your hands twitch as you realized you couldn’t reach his thighs either.

“I want to touch you.” You sounded a little more whiny than you wanted to.

He paused, looking down at you with an amused smile. “You’ll get to touch me in a little while. Just let me enjoy you.” He buried his face between your thighs now, no more teasing as he began prodding at your entrance with his tongue. The feeling was odd, making you squirm slightly until his nose bumped your clit. A shaky gasp made your hands fly up to your face, embarrassed of the noises you were making.

“How are we going to do anything if you are going to act this shy?” He pulled away, your arousal and his spit making his mouth and chin shiny. “You were just telling me you want me inside of you. How am I supposed to be inside of you if you look mortified from just this?” He was teasing you, the smile on his face gave him away. “I-I…just…” you groaned in frustration, letting your hands fall to the ground. “Don’t even let those hands go near your face. The rain is loud enough, no one will hear you. I want to see your reactions. As your master, you have to obey me.”

His face was back between your legs, instead of his tongue toying with your entrance, he began sucking on your clit. You gasped, the sensation making your toes curl as each harsh suck brought you closer to release. You jumped slightly as his eyes locked with yours, as if daring you to look away from him. You groaned as he began massaging the flesh of your ass, calloused hands making chills run down your spine and wherever he touched.

The moment his teeth grazed the sensitive bud you lost it, eyes rolling back as a loud moan escaped your lips. “Even better than I could have ever imagined. So beautiful, firefly.” There it was again, better than he could have imagined. “You-you’ve thought about this?” Your voice was choked, hands coming up to fuel your own pleasure by toying with your breasts. He kissed your clit before pulling back, one hand replacing his tongue while he spoke to you.

“Of course I have. You’re so beautiful, so sweet, so strong. You spend nearly every second with me, always asking me how I’m doing. It was impossible not to fall for you. The way your body moves as you train? The way you felt against me any time you managed to trump me while sparring? How was I not supposed to picture this? How would you sound? So sweet and breathy, so embarrassed to be making such nosies.”

His calloused thumb was doing wonders to your clit, you felt your own arousal begin to leak down the swell of your ass and drip to the wooden porch below. “How you’d taste? I imagined you’d taste sweet, like honey even. You taste even better. Fuck…” his eyes were trained on your pulsing clit, the way your arousal drooled from your entrance. “The only thing I haven’t experienced yet is how this sweet pussy would suck me in. I bet you’re so warm and wet, you want me so bad don’t you?”

You couldn’t bear his words, whimpers leaving your lips as you clenched around nothing. “I want you, please master.” A low guttural moan left Kyojuro, his mouth replacing his thumb as he tried to bring you to your release. “I want you too, so fucking bad firefly.” You must be dreaming, there was no way this gorgeous man was this into you.

You couldn’t take it, your orgasm was building up so much that your eyes began to water. You felt the cord pulling impossibly tight, threatening to snap in half at any given second. “Master…Kyojuro…” his name left your lips in a mantra, your back arching harshly. “Please!” You wailed as he sucked harshly, the cord snapping as your orgasm washed over you in waves. He didn’t ease up his assault on your clit,

it wasn’t until tears began to fall that he finally let up.

“Too much?” He sounded apologetic, but he certainly didn’t look like it.

“No…no…” you didn’t realize just how uncomfortable the position you were in was until he set you down. “Ouch.” You stretched your arms, rolling to the side to crack as many bones as you could. A sigh of relief leaves you as the tension leaves your body. “Are you ready for more? Or would you like a break.” You knew you didn’t have a choice, he was testing you. “Are you testing my willpower, master?” A smile crept up his lips. “Maybe a little, but I know you’re strong. If it really is too much right now, we can wait.”

“Absolutely not. C’mere.”

You held your arms out, aching to touch him. He didn’t hesitate to move forward, crawling over you to connect your lips. You flinched slightly, tasting your own release on his tongue. You dug your hands into his partially dry hair, tugging harshly so he’d open his mouth. Your tongues collided harshly, as if trying to suck the other in. You barely registered the uncomfortable feeling of the rough wood pressing into your bare ass as he fully climbed over you.

“I didn’t do much to prep you, little firefly.” He seemed apologetic as he began dragging his head between your slick folds. “I think…I can handle it.” Surely you’d lost your mind. “Well, we can try.” You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut from embarrassment, he was cocky without even realizing it. He positioned himself at your entrance, the pressure you felt already making you clench tightly. “Relax…” he ran his fingers up your thigh, helping you wrap your legs around his waist to give him better access.

“I’ll go slow.” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pressed forward, his tip pushing in with little resistance but the spread still made your eyes water. He stilled, your grip on him had become tight and you were clenching wildly around him. He leaned down, placing soft kisses over your face, whispering words of praise as he waited for your go ahead. When you loosened your grip, he tried again. The stretch was uncomfortable, but you were proud that you didn’t motion for him to stop until he was about half way in.

“You’re doing so well, firefly.” You whimpered slightly, walls convulsing around his shaft. Kyojuro’s head ducked down, kissing along your neck, sucking where your pulse was racing. “Okay.” You took a deep breath, willing yourself to relax as the pain subsided and he pushed further. This time you didn’t ask him to stop until he had bottomed out, a sigh of relief leaving you despite feeling so full. “You- ha -did so well.” His breathing pattern changed, the once gentle grip on your thighs was now bruising.

A sudden clap of thunder had you clenching tightly around him, a strangled moan leaving his lips. “S-stop doing that.” There was no malice to his tone but it sounded like he was struggling for breath. “Sorry~” you whined as he twitched, you could feel every single inch of him. “Can I…move?” You nodded, bracing yourself on his shoulders as he drew his hips back slowly. He stopped once he was half way out before slowly pushing back in. He continued this movement for a few seconds, waiting until your grasp wasn’t so tense.

The slight burning sensation began to disperse, pleasure ebbing its way through you as Kyojuro found a steady pace. You felt your lower lip wobble, the squelching noise between your legs echoing in your ears over the rain. “M-master~” you let your head fall back completely against the wood of the porch, nothing but pleasure pulsed through you. He got more daring with his trusts, pulling out until nothing but the tip was left in you before pushing back in.

“Do you feel - haa - good?” He was flushed, sweat dripping down his temple as he focused on your face. “Y-yes~” you could already feel your second orgasm building up, with each thrust he passed over a point that made your toes curl. “M-more.” You scratched at his shoulders, back arching to meet his chest. “More?” He buried himself deep, leaving you gasping. “What do you want more of, firefly?” Only Kyojuro would stop mid thrust to have you clarify.

“I-I don’t know I…” you didn’t exactly know what you were asking for more of. It just kind of left your mouth without thinking, normally people wouldn’t question that and keep going. Kyojuro on the other hand? He wasn’t that type of guy. “Oh! I see.” He began to chuckle to himself as he began thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “Oh!” Your nails dug even deeper into his skin, clawing at his shoulders as tears pricked your eyes.

Everything felt so tight, the tension in your gut threatening to burst. You felt your cheeks turn hot, your orgasm was approaching you quickly. Along with it was a feeling that almost made you tell him to stop. You tensed, clenching tightly around him as you questioned what you were feeling alongside your pending orgasm. “Let it happen.” His voice was soft against your ear, one hand leaving your ass to begin massaging your clit.

“L-let what happen?” You whimpered, eyes blinking away tears. “Just let it happen, firefly.” You didn’t understand how he knew, but he did. You nodded, moans spilling from your lips as his thumb and hips worked in perfect unison. “Gonna-gonna…” you cried out his name, walls convulsing wildly around him as you came. It wasn’t until the ringing in your ears subsided that you heard his laughter. “Why are you laughing!” You hit his shoulders, his hips were still moving but not nearly as brutal as before.

“You made a bit of a mess, firefly.”

You couldn’t see what he was talking about, watching his brows furrow as he began thrusting into you. His pace this time wasn’t nearly as brutal, but it was clear he was chasing his own release. You whined, the stimulation was becoming too much to bear. “Where - ha - can I come?” You locked eyes with him, mind racing to come up with an answer. “Inside. Inside is fine.” The look in his eyes made you question if you had made a mistake.

“A-are you sure?” He seemed so hesitant it made you smile.

“Yes Kyojuro, I’m positive.” Your hand came up to touch his cheek, that was all the encouragement he needed. Three more harsh thrusts and he was spilling inside of you with a low groan of your name. He collapsed a little, his body pressing into yours. “Well…” he mumbled against your shoulder, kissing it softly. “Well…” you smiled as he sat up, his soften cock slipping out of you and making you shiver.

As you sat up you realized what mess he was talking about. “Oh…oh.” Your hands came up to cover your eyes, laughter bubbling out of you. “Well…it should dry. He shifted from his knees to a standing position, collecting your wet clothes. “We left your uniform top at the training grounds. It’s probably destroyed.” You stood up too, avoiding the puddle of your own arousal. “That’s fine, I have a few others.” He was looking around, the rain outside was finally slowing to a shower rather than a downpour.

“Uh…stay here. I’ll go grab some stuff to clean up with. It may be a little big but I should have a kimono for you.” He disappeared through the door just a little way down from where you both had been. You wrapped your arms around your chest, laughing softly as you thought about your current position. Sitting naked on the porch of your master’s estate, how bizarre. Kyojuro returned a few minutes later. “Sorry, Senjuro stopped me.”

Your eyes flew wide open, “Senjuro saw you naked?” You were already mortified before he even explained. How the hell did he explain being naked when he told him he was going to the training grounds with you? “No, I was already wearing this.” It didn’t dawn on you until that moment that he was wearing a kimono. “I told him we got caught in the rain and needed a change of clothes, that's all. Oh and I told him this was for the mud.” He held out a warm, wet cloth. “Let me clean you up.”

He was kneeling before you now, motioning for you to spread your legs. This time he didn’t comment when your hands came up to cover your face, he’d be a bit flustered too if you said you’d clean him up. “There we go.” You flopped backwards against the porch, legs squeezing shut as he laughed. “That was so embarrassing, master!” You thanked him as he handed you one of his kimonos. There was something even more intimate about sharing his clothes than what you were just doing ten minutes prior.

“We can take an actual bath, Senjuro said he was heading to the market once the rain stopped. We’ll have at least an hour with no interruption.” The bath was located more towards the center of the estate, it only made sense that you could be caught around there. “Are we going to keep this a secret?” You pulled his kimono around you, smiling softly because it smelt like him. “No! I don’t plan on keeping you a secret. I think we should just wait a day or so since…Senjuro may pick up on what we were doing…” his cheeks were red, clearly Senjuro didn’t fully believe his big brother’s excuse.

You walked forward, wrapping your arms around Kyojuro’s waist. “Is it too soon to say I love you?” Your cheek pressed into his chest, too scared to see how he would react. “No, I was going to say it too. I love you, my firefly.” His arms wrapped around you in what you would consider the best hug of your life. “Thank you, for everything Kyojuro.”

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rideorbed · 5 months ago

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Some Gyutaro x f!reader 🥴 reader is a service worker that takes an interest in Gyutaro (pt 1)

Part 2 here!

- the first time you saw him, it was late at night and quiet for a weekday, you opened ur window to get some fresh night air

- he was walking around the alleyways, mumbling to himself and scratching his face

- after this, you started to ask around to see if anyone knew him

- word got around to Warabihime (Daki) and she demanded to see you

- "who is this you're talking about? It is disturbing the business." She was mad, but curious for someone to have taken a liking to her brother

- "I just see him every once in a while... I think he's kind of cute"

- cute?

- she dismisses you quickly to your surprise, weird

- you continue your work without another word of the man walking down the alleyways, and no one spoke of him either

- until one night, you have errands to run for the manor and you step into an alleyway to adjust your kimono privately

- "you lost, pretty one?"

- you turn around to see him, the man you didn't know you yearned to see

- his green tipped hair framed his slim face, dotted with birthmarks black as ink

-he was also...shirtless, exposing his broad shoulders and thin torso to the night air

- "no...I'm not lost..." You slowly grab your shawl

- he frowned slightly, again, another beautiful lady scared of his appearance

- "but aren't you cold? It's nearly fall, sir" you slip your shawl off your shoulders and hand it to him, "here take this."

- the demon was too stunned to speak

- "keep it" you press the shawl into his chest, "I bought it with my allowance, so it's free for me to give"

- he lets the shawl fall into his hands, and before he could say a word, you dismiss yourself with a bow and walk away

- needless to say, he's telling daki how pretty you were with the orange hue caressing your skin

- encounters like these happen more often now... Not too often to get suspicious, but often enough to feel something lingering inside you and Gyutaro

- one night, he asks what you do

- "oh, I'm a service worker," you say bluntly

- "a pretty girl like you would have no problem getting clients" he mumbles

- "oh, no no" you laugh, "I just serve tea and play music, I don't do any of the stuff stuff"

- Gyutaro always called you pretty

- "I know people get more money that way but" you sigh "I kind of want my own romance. I don't want to pretend for a night and the next morning pretend it didn't happen"

- "can I be your romance?" 🥺 GYUTARO SWEET GYU IS MY NEMISIS

- you grin sooooo big "you kind of already are. I intentionally search for you, just to talk to you like this"

- uggghhh fuuuuckckckck he can't contain himself and he's blushing ever so lightly

- you take his hand and kiss his boney knuckles, a gesture he thought he would never feel in his long, long lifetime

- "I have to go before Warabihime gets irritated, I'll see you later?" Your pretty doe eyes were his kryptonite, they were begging him for something, his awkward ass just didn't know what

- "yes, I will see you soon"

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manuellarts · 18 days ago

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Redrawing that one scene from the movie , but he ends up looking at you 🤨

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ztoji · 5 months ago

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BEST FRIENDS DAD <3

# : *turns off notifications on tumblr and hides* i was not very happy w how this came out vs what i thought, smut under the cut

tags : fem!reader, unprotected, semi public - your family in the next room, breeding ish, nonconsensual watching? etc

a warm hand strokes down your back, coming down in hard but somewhat quiet slaps on your ass.

“shh now, don’t want your family to know what’s going on. right y/n?” he mocks, grunting and moaning next to your ear as if he is expecting you to be able to answer him. which you can’t do since as quickly as your panties came off he stuffed them into your mouth to keep your noises of pleasure down. not wanting your parents to notice and neither his two sons to notice, one which is your best friend since you were two kids.

having grown up with the rengoku family as next door neighbors and old family friends since your parents and shinjuro were young too.

shinjuro who couldn’t help but notice a few weeks back how much you’ve grown into the strong woman you have become - which is easy to see because of the way you carry yourself around, head up high as to not be looked down on by the older generations who are still not used to women being part of the higher up demon slayers.

but oh how easy it was to get you to crumble into a mess beneath him, one leg hiked up high on the kitchen counter and shirt hanging above your tits.

and the retired hashira can’t help but ogle over how they bounce so prettily when he thrusts into you extra hard.

“you’ve got such a pretty body, reacting so well to my touch.”

his warm and big hands move down to your bottom, spreading your ass apart to watch the way his cock slides in and out of your tight cunt so easily. your tight pussy painting his dick in a pretty white with your cum.

“look at that, what a sloppy little cunt.” his thrusts pick up their pace, going in harder but still somehow keeping quiet to not alert your families in the room next to the kitchen.

you reach behind you to wrap a hand around his wrist, still holding onto your ass, as if to keep yourself stable and not slip too much.

he can hear you try to say something but it only comes out as a muffled sound, considering you have your panties stuffed in your mouth.

“what? do i have to fuck you dumb to keep you quiet, huh?” as if to keep true to his plan shinjuro thrusts in and out of your slippery walls with extra power behind. getting as deep in you as he can, shinjuro wants you to feel the imprint of his thick and long cock in you for the next few days.

that every time you look over the edge separating your family homes and see him on the porch, your walls will tighten at the thought of how good he felt inside you.

he can feel your cunt tighten around him, clit pulsing under his touch as he brings you to the next orgasm as if it’s the easiest thing shinjuro’s done in his life.

you moan around your panties as you are pushed over the edge. your mind gone enough for you to not think that he actually can’t hear what you’re trying to say.

“mphm, !”

he chuckles lowly at you, “can’t hear what you’re sayin’ little one.”

his hand comes down in a couple spanks on your ass, watching how it moves with hungry eyes as he can also feel how you’ve tightened up around him.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” shinjuro moans.

“wan’ me to fill up your slutty pussy? hm, would look so pretty full with my cum.”

he groans, hips moving faster into you as his full balls tighten as his warm cum fills you up.

“g’nna keep on fillin’ you up, want to see you round with my seed.”

you can only moan and finally reach up to pull out your soaked underwear with shaky hands. throwing them down on the counter as you straighten up, groaning at both the feeling of his cum starting to slide out your swollen cunt and at how stiff your back has become from being bent over for so long.

“can we next time at least fuck somewhere else?” you ask.

and kyojuro stifles his breathy moan with a hand thrown over his mouth, cum spilling out over his hand he is stroking himself with to the sight of you getting wrecked by his dad.

a/n : i have a headache now but i’ll look through and add more to the warnings bye

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chaiiskindagross · a month ago

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no real reason why i chose to write this, i was just in the mood for something fluffy with my sweetpea kyojuro rengoku !~

househusband! kyojuro rengoku x confident! takes-no-shit! chubby! afab! reader

househusbando drabble

content warnings: afab reader, they/them pronouns, chubby coded reader, tiny bit of bottom reader, genderneutral pet names, pussy eating kyojuro, tiny bit of manhandling, overstimulation, rengoku being rengoku (he be yellin’ for no reason but i love him), doggy style, pregnancy mention, babytrapping(???), use of the word “cunt”

Honestly, I’ve got this headcannon of Rengoku being a really good cook??? Don’t know why but I’m sure he can make some bomb ass bento lunch boxes. Can you imagine how cute he is when he’s wearing his little apron, making you your breakfast and lunch before kissing you goodbye?

So fucking soft.

On one particular day, you’d been rushing a little too quickly for your liking because you’d overslept and ran right out of the door with a swift goodbye— completely forgetting your lunch. Kyojuro had called after you but to no avail, you moved quicker than he could.

You wouldn’t notice your missing lunch, or the numerous texts, he’d sent you until that faithful time of wanting to eat. You’d failed to consume some breakfast so your hunger was doubled. Now, you were debating or whether or not you should actually go out and spend money on something to eat.

Sitting in the company cafeteria with a few co-workers at the table, you seemed a little pouty which made one of them speak up.

“Hey, Y/N. Where’s your lunch? Don’t you usually bring something?”

Peeking up from your little sad moment, you glanced at your co-worker and sighed before chuckling nervously, “Ah, yeah… My husband usually makes my lunch but I seem to have forgot to grab it on my way out this morning.”

Totally brushing aside your need for food, your other co-worker spoke, sounding pretty much astonished at your words.

“Husband? You never told us you were married, Y/N! How long have you been married?”

You never asked… you thought aloud, making a face before waving it aside, deciding to answer her question, “Ah, yeah, well, I’ve been married for about five years now actually.”

“Really? Do you have any pictures?~”

“Ah—- uh,” you trailed off about to reach into your pocket to pull out your phone to show a few wedding photos you had in your phone but then noticed a familiar array of blonde and red fluff entering the cafeteria.

A number of eyes followed him, taking in his appearance. Kyojuro was undoubtedly handsome, even in his comfy casual which consisted of a pair of joggers and a hoodie jean jacket. In his hand was your reusable lunch bag that held the lunch he made in it.

You couldn’t help but to perk up immediately at the sight of him and excused yourself from the table to go and greet him.

“Ah. Honey! There you are! You forgot your lunch!” He exclaimed rather loudly, something you had grown accustomed to at this point. You took the bag from him and quickly pecked his lips as a means of gratitude, “Thank you, baby! I was really getting hungry, you’re such a lifesaver.”

Kyojuro blushed faintly at the praise and grinned his usual smile, his eyes sparkling. “Since I’m here! Shall we eat together, my love?” You were a little surprised but chuckled when he pulled out another bag, identical to the one that currently held your lunch, “Sure, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”

…

“Did you see their husband? Oh my god, total hottie. How’d a slob like them even get a hunk like him?”

“Ha! I know! Must be some kind of fetish thing.”

“It has to be, there’s no way they could get him to be with them otherwise.”

“Pfft! That’s so mean.~”

These bitches had been talking about you behind your back in a rather shameless way, ranting about the relationship between you and your husband in the break room.

You let them have their fun before coming in, making your presence known as you send the both of them a knowing look. Before you can stop yourself you’re suddenly sighing out, almost sounding disappointed, “Just say you haven’t been able to catch the eye of any attractive men. It must be especially hard to date anyone if you’ve got such a shit personality. I feel bad for you two. Maybe if you read a book or two on how to be a decent human being, a bottom of the barrel man can come and sweep you off your feet. Good luck though!”

You grabbed yourself a cup of water and then smiled at the both of them, leaving them once again to their own devices.

…

“Hi honey! How was the rest of work? I just finished making dinn-mmph.” As soon as you had entered your shared home you tracked down your beloved husband and basically stomped over to him before throwing yourself at the dual-tone haired man, capturing his lips in a feverish kiss.

What had gotten you so worked up exactly? You were just feeling a tiny bit territorial. The words from those women had crawled their way under your skin and you needed some release.

Before you knew it, the both of you were stripped bare and almost didn’t make it to your shared bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind as Kyojuro carried you to said room.

When you’d gotten into the room, Kyojuro sat down onto the bed with you in his lap, groaning into your mouth as you ground against his cock, you tugged at his hair, toying with the neat ponytail he was sporting. He kneaded at the plush of your thighs and ass, sinking his fingers into your soft flesh that fit his big hands perfectly each and every time.

He suddenly pulled away after some intense liplocking and caught his breath, his orangey eyes gazing at you in shock and lust, “As much as I do enjoy our most intimate times together, is there something wrong, my love?”

You too, had to catch your breath but still heard his question. As an answer, you placed a hand onto his chest and pushed him down onto his back, “Some bitches got under my skin today. Be a good boy and act as my fuck doll today, yeah?”

Your flaming husband’s eyes widened at that but he quickly nodded his head and offered you a smile, willing to please you in anyway he could.

“Ah, you need some stress relief then?! Have a seat,” he hummed but gave you no chance to move by yourself, suddenly grabbing your hips to life you from his lap and sat you down onto his face. You yelped when he’d suddenly manhandled you but couldn’t deny the sudden quiver of your core that had been triggered by him moving you around so effortlessly.

As soon as your dripping cunt was over his face he rested his hands onto your thighs to hold you in place before licking a long stripe up the center of your folds. You’re facing the headboard, glancing down at him with his head sandwiched between your thick thighs that he loves oh so so so much.

Suddenly, he’s eating you out like its a contest, moaning into your pussy about how “tasty!” you are. You can’t help but to groan at his shameless shouts, squirming around on his face, rocking your hips against his tongue as he takes your stress and anger away with such skill and passion that you nearly cum on his tongue right then and there.

Kyojuro takes your movements likes a champ, letting you use his tongue however you please. He’s your husband, he has to take care of you in any way he can. What better way than to let you use his face for your own pleasure?

As your rocking movements become faster, his face glistening with your juices like dew on grass, he hums, somewhat muffled by your folds, “Gonna cum for me, pretty baby? C’mon, do it. You deserve it. You’ve been doing such a good job at work, cum for me.”

The vibrations from his voice in combination with the sound of his praise brings you cleanly over the edge as you suddenly gasp and do as he says, earning a rough swat to one of your ass cheeks, reddened handprint being left on your rear.

You pant and shake from the rupturing orgasm, leaning against the headboard to support your weight. Sure, you’d had fast climaxes sometimes but never this fast. Your worries and anger from before had melted right off and you were feeling especially relaxed but that wouldn’t stop Kyojuro. You had started something that needed to be finished after all, he had a routine and you were going to pull through on it even if you become unconscious half-way through.

Jolting you out of your delirious state with the feeling of rough suction on your clit, you whimpered and leaned back to look down at Kyojuro’s face, eyes widening at the fierce look in his eyes.

“Done already? We’re not even close! But, don’t worry, I can take over from here!” He enthusiastically hooks his hands underneath your thighs and tosses you off of him, leaving you to tumble onto the bed beside him.

Your husband sits up onto his knees and grabs your waist to pull you to him and props you up nice and pretty, giving him a perfect view of your ass and drooling cunt that pleases him, pushing your back down so your face and chest are flush against the comforter on the mattress of the bed he’d made up earlier.

Giving you no chance to run away from him, he’s suddenly lining himself up and sinking into you, one hand holding your hip while the other is reached around and tapping your clit at an antagonizingly slow pace.

And just like that, he’s following along with your words from earlier, rutting into you with the speed and agility of a mating rabbit. Thanks to the passionate tongue-down he’d served you, it was no surprise that your walls had relaxed and easily took him in without any formal prep.

Incoherent words are tumbling from your lips but that’s easily drowned out by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, Kyojuro watching as you take him so well from behind while the fat of your ass shakes and jiggles from his animalistic thrusts, enjoying the ripple effect his movements have on the plush of your body.

“So so so pretty,” he’d basically chant, worshiping you even if you can’t hear him over the ringing in your ears, “My pretty baby, you’re taking me so well. You make me so proud! You shouldn’t care about what others think, you’re perfect the way you are! So perfect and made just for me! I’m going to put a baby in you just to prove it! And then another one, and another one! Let’s have a little personal army of sons and daughters!”

Leave it to Rengoku Kyojuro to turn a sex scene into an encouragement seminar while chanting about how he’s gonna impregnate you until your body physically can’t handle anymore.

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 4 months ago

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Yay! So I'd like to request something with Kyojuro and reader both being the corps but never really friends cause she's a lil grumpy and a loner BUT one day she casually hears it's Senjuros birthday and Kyo is complaining cause can't be home bc he has a mission so she (having already met him on like one quick occasion) decides to visit the estate and cooks him something/brings a gift and then Kyojuro actually manages to come home early and catches her so it's the first time they actually get closer to each other and talk a lil? Sorry if it's long! Thank you!

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r.kyojuro/reader

genre: fluff, potential love blooming~

warning(s): kyojuro obviously expressing interest, kyojuro accidentally flirting and not even realizing it, y/n is bad with expressions, kanroji is precious, senjuro is precious, tanjiro and the gang visit senjuro bc he deserves buddies, y/n kicks inosuke into the yard approx. twice

w.count: 4.3k

synopsis: not being a very peopley-person, you still got approached by fellow demon slayers and none make quite the same effort as the flame hashira to get close to you. although, when you overhear he may not be able to make it home for his younger brother's birthday, you decide you wont let the younger boy spend it alone

-x-x-x-

a/n: anon im gonna eat your brain also senjuro is baby and i will protect him with my life. (i think i actually got a little carried away ;;)

-x-x-x-

The first time Rengoku met you, he couldn’t really call it a meeting.

He had been on his way to a small village next to a lake that villagers had sworn up and down had become cursed in recent months; what with the sudden disappearances that started when a woman had supposedly drowned. The first step was to investigate and possibly take leadership of whatever demon slayer had already been dispatched to the location. Though, when he arrived, it was the early moments of dawn and there you were, standing on the end of a fishing dock surrounded by lake water.

Your nichirin sword had been lowered to your side and the morning breeze filtered through the air and the air itself was simply serene. There was nothing indicating that a demon was present or had fled, though the scrapped remains of cloth under your feet said otherwise.

“Excuse me!” He called, running towards you in gentle, smooth paces. You turned your head over your shoulder, only taking a small step back to twist further when he came to stand before you. Your face was neutral and it reminded him much of Tomioka and Tokito’s muted expressions. You looked at him as he smiled back at you- much as he does to everyone. “Were you the one dispatched to investigate the demon in this village?”

At first, you said nothing. You looked down at your blade, sweeping it gracefully in front of your chest before sheathing neatly onto its place at your hip. Still not offering him a verbal answer, you took a step back, knelt to the ground, and picked up the scrap of cloth before holding it into a ray of the morning sun that began to peek over the treetops. Spring had just begun so the air was still chilled in the dusks and dawns and you could see your breath cloud at your chin in the sunrays.

Rengoku noticed that wrapped in the thin cloth was a discolored hand, the color of mud; disjointed and veiny like the limb of a devil. In the sunlight, the already crumbling hand set ablaze and disappeared into a huff of morning soot in the wind, burning the remaining cloth along with it.

Dropping your hand back down to your side. You turned on your heel and walked right past his shoulder.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask him before proceeding onto your next mission. He watched your back as you leisurely left. His initial opinion of you was… blurry to put it into uncertain terms.

-x-x-x-

Throughout the course of his time as a Hashira, very occasionally he would bump into you or hear your name passed around among the others. Your skills were apparently nothing short of astounding even with your faults and you were praised by your peers in the same rank as you. Even Young Kamado, who had frequently crossed paths with both himself and you, had launched into the story when he first met you. He explained your strength and calm decorum with stars in his eyes all while.

However, it seemed as though your expressions, or lack thereof, and attitude had not changed throughout your journey as a member of the demon slayer corps. You still wore very neutral expressions, or scowls when irritated, and always preferred to work on your own and have time to yourself. Even among a group of fellow demon slayers, one would find you off to the side not approaching anyone and no one very eager to approach you.

However, he always noticed that if someone did speak to you, take for instance Young Kamado, you wouldn’t shoo them away. Although you weren’t the most interactive conversationalist, you didn’t shun those who you at least thought of as reliable allies.

You weren’t that much younger than Rengoku; in fact if he had to guess, you were about the same age as him. So, he felt a mild sense of frustration that he hasn’t even properly held a conversation with you even as your senior in terms of rank at the very least. It was always short answers with curt endings with no room for additional conversing.

Part of him pondered why your case irked him specifically.

When it came to Tokito and his absentmindedness along with his aloof nature, he found it quite endearing as his junior. Tomioka was a quiet man, but he wasn’t so off putting that he avoided Rengoku, in fact when Rengoku would strike up a conversation the water pillar would at least stick around and offer a nod here or there to signal he was at least half-listening. Even one sided conversations among his fellow quiet Hashira were enjoyable to him in some way, shape or form.

“Maybe that is it,” he muttered to himself as he went on his way to his next job location. “Is it perhaps because she is not a hashira, yet I compare her to them in terms of personality?” If he were to distinguish the two as separate circles, would it stop grating on him? But that still didn’t explain to him why he thought the way he did. There must be others like you among the rest of the corps, so still the question remained- why you? His momentary personal interrogation was halted when his name was called from behind.

Stopping and throwing on his natural, lip-lifting smile, he turned and saw- coincidentally- a fellow hashira as he was thinking of them. Although, this particular pillar wasn’t as soft spoken as the two that were on his mind. No, this was the young, pink-cheeked and affectionate Kanjori. And behind her shoulder was you, much to his surprise.

It was a duo he never much saw coming.

Even more surprising was the gauze plastered onto your cheek and what appeared to be tight bandages wrapped around your dominant hand. Some minor bruising formed in the corner of your mouth and base of your nose like it had been previously broken. Just under your buttoned collar he could catch the small sliver of even more bandages around your neck and quite possibly upper torso. Not to mention the small limp to your gait. Compared to the injureless Kanroji waving and cheerful, you were practically pitiful in sight.

“Oh my,” he loudly announces as the both of you approach him. You don’t make your displeasure of the way he was looking at you verbal, but the way you scowl at him more than makes up for the lack of words. The duo stopped in front of him as you turned away, not even looking in his direction anymore. “It is quite the surprise to see you two together,” he opens.

“Truthfully, I ran into y/n while visiting one of the wisteria manors!” Kanjori explains, looking over her shoulder to you who still wouldn’t look towards either of them. “She had been injured on her last mission and was sent to get treatment, but before she could fully recover she was already being sent back out.” Kanroji brought her hand up to her chin as she turned her brows up in concern. Rengoku mirrored that expression, his smile dropped considerably.

He knew that the demon slayer ranks numbers were dropping by the day. Not all members were sufficient enough in skill to fulfill the roles of killing demons and found themselves done in without so much as ten kills under their belt. Though, he wondered if the numbers and general lack of skill were so dire that they needed to send a fighter that was still recuperating back into the field.

“You are still not fully recovered yet,” he said to you over Kanjori's shoulder. You said nothing, but your chin dipped and you turned further away, he could barely see your other cheek over your nose from how far you were turned. It was like you thought if you twisted your neck enough you'd disappear and escape their little conversation with you at the center.

“I was worried, so I decided since I have not been assigned a new mission yet that I’d go with her, just to make sure she’d be okay.” Kanjori then became uneasy and began to fiddle with her lip. “But, just as we came into this area I was assigned something in the opposite direction. I’m worried about leaving her on her own but-”

“I’ll be fine,” you cut her off. Although, unlike with the tone Rengoku is familiar with, you spoke gently to Kanroji- even if you were rude by interrupting. The Love Hashira looked like she was ready to stamp her feet and argue with you; like she’d already had this conversation before.

“In which direction are you traveling, y/n?” You finally flicked your gaze back to the Flame Hashira to see his smile return to his lips. Although, it was a smaller smile, one that wasn’t up to his cheeks but still showed he meant no harm or tease.

“South West,” you mutter.

“What a stroke of luck then!” He shouts as Kanjori and you both look at each other then to him. “I’m heading in that direction as well. Kanroji can part with you here and I will accompany you the rest of the way to your destination. On top of that, I will make sure you do not get into further trouble with your injuries.”

Truthfully, he didn’t even process the emotion that may or may not have flitted across your face because it was overshadowed by Kanroji’s shining aura. Smiling and tinted in her cheeks at the fortune and overall scenario. It was simply the best outcome that could’ve happened.

“That’s wonderful!” She cheered. She spun on her heel, snatching your hands and brought them up, getting closer to you in excitement. Your mouth opened and your eyes widened at her seer enthusiasm and sudden lack of personal space. If she wasn’t so starry-eyed she’d see the fluster written in your eyes. “Rengoku-san is a very trustworthy man! He took great care of me when we trained together, so you’re in capable hands, y/n!”

“I-I don’t need-”

You didn’t have your chance at arguing before she was releasing you, thanking Rengoku and rushing off in the opposite direction in which her next job was. You were left speechless- although not out of the ordinary for you- with Rengoku still standing behind you as you watched her go.

“This may not be what you want,” Rengoku starts, making you turn to look at him, “but it may be for the best. We cannot have you risk further injury. For the time being, please rely on me.” You said nothing, back to being the quiet woman he had known before being wrapped up in Kanroji’s worry and excitement.

As the two of you set off in the same direction with Rengoku as your unofficial, temporary shield, the nagging feeling of wanting to be able to pull out expressions out of you like Kanroji did ached in the back of his mind.

-x-x-x-

After that first mission where he escorted you to your job location, Rengoku found himself running into you more and more. It is like the gods were testing him since he still hadn’t been able to fully grasp your character yet. It’s not like he probed anyways, you were you and he had no business getting into it. However, you had started greeting him first when he ran into you and to him, that was a magnificent victory.

Currently, he was chatting with Tanjiro after having been assigned to check on him and his party of Inosuke, Zenitsu and Nezuko after another hard fought battle that left them in the temporary care of one of the wisteria marked estates. The two of them had been sitting out on the engawa, sitting in the midday sunlight while they gleefully exchanged words and stories.

Tanjiro enjoyed spending time with the Flame Hashira, feeling like he was speaking to an elder brother; and the senior swordsman felt fond of the forehead scared boy just as much.

“That’s right,” Tanjiro speaks with a sharp voice, bouncing his fist lightly in the palm of his opposite hand. “Rengoku-san, Senjuro-san’s birthday is coming up soon, isn’t it? He wrote about it in the last letter we exchanged,” Tanjiro said, taking out the latest letter from the younger Rengoku son from his uniform and unfolding it to read through the ink strokes. Rengoku’s smile broadened at the mention of his precious younger sibling.

“That is correct!” The smile he wore dipped just a tad as he continued. “Though, it seems as though it will be difficult to return home when the day comes.”

Tanjiro frowned, neatly folding the letter back up and replacing it back into his uniform pocket. “Rengoku-san?”

“I was recently assigned a new mission, and once I leave here it’s expected to take about a week between travel and completion. I may have to make it up to Senjuro when I return afterwards.” Though he still spoke fondly, there was no mistaking the melancholic tone his voice had taken on. He didn’t want to miss his younger brother’s day of birth, it was something to celebrate! It seems this year, however, he may have to spend it alone. The thought ate at the elder Rengoku son.

“What if I stop by and visit him!” Tanjiro was shouting, taking on the golden haired man’s trait of overall loudness. The shock on the younger boys face was proof enough that he spoke without thought before he started backing himself up. “Wait- I mean- what if I go by and visit Senjuro-san in your place? NO! Not that I’m a placeholder- but, so he isn’t alone!” Rengoku’s smile relit.

“If you did,” he spoke softly, something that made Tanjiro settle and look almost concerned back at him. “If you visit my younger brother in my stead, you’d have my gratitude.” As quickly as the topic came, it left as the boys got to their feet and discussed leaving on their own respective missions. Unknown to them, you had heard the entire conversation.

You had met the younger Rengoku son before- not that it was anyone else's business. You had been traveling through Rengoku's home town on the way to your next hunt when you passed by a particular home, you saw through the main gate a boy sweeping the stone ground.

Golden hair with red tips identical to that of Rengoku’s and relaxed, if not mellow, red centered eyes that faded out into the warmest shade of yellow. You stood in awe for a moment at the sheer uncanny resemblance, you were so lost in though you were unable to see that he had noticed you. He approached you and spoke to you briefly, obviously recognizing your demon slayer uniform.

You had made your way through that town several times since then, and you try and stop by the Rengoku estate to attempt to catch him sweeping to at least greet him. Perhaps it was because you had grown used to Rengoku speaking to you as often as he tried that you were able to easily speak to the younger version of him. You had even accompanied him to the market a few times when he seemed down due to whatever his father had or hadn’t done.

You placed your hand on your gut, underneath the robes the wisteria estate had lent you were more thick bandages from your last job. Just a few broken ribs you would soon recover from. You wouldn’t be permitted back out to battle until they posed no further threat to your health and performance.

That leaves just enough time.

-x-x-x-

Rengoku ran at a leisure place into his hometown, making sure to avoid all people and not run into anyone or cause a scene. Those who knew him waved in passing and welcomed him home before he was shouting regards back without slowing his pace.

With a stroke of luck the time it took to get to his job destination was shortened when the demon he was assigned to cut down made his way closer to the hashria by nearly a day and a half. Dealing with said demon took a much shorter amount of time than he thought it would; though, half of that may have been his internal remorse about not being able to be with Senjuro on his birthday. He must have over thought the initial time it would take to deal with it.

So now, at midday of his younger brother’s birthday he was rushing home with a proud smile. Surely, Tanjiro and the other two would be there. Perhaps even Nezuko would be there with the three boys, content in her strapped box until the sun dipped behind the horizon.

His level-stride running was brought to an easy gait as he approached his residence. Walking easily past the front gates and into his home, he slid the door open and saw the discarded shoes of Senjuro’s guests.

There were… four?

He quirked his thick brow at the extra set of footwear. Perhaps they had brought along Kocho’s tsuguko? Or maybe Senjuro had a friend in town Rengoku wasn’t aware of yet? Whatever the reason, he smiled.

“The more the merrier,” he reasoned as he stepped inside. His sock-clad footsteps softly padded along the wooden interior before he heard the commotion of voices.

“Inosuke! Settle down!” Tanjiro’s voice voice was the first heard and it was enough to make the older son chuckle. That boar-headed lad was always a problem causer. Though, he’d be less problematic than a fly if the hashira settled him. “Ah! W-wait, y/n-san!” Rengoku’s stride stuttered.

“Y/n?” He whispered?

“Tanjiro!” Zenitsu cried, overly fretful of causing such a scene in someone else's home. “Someone else is-”

“Y/n-san!” Zenitsu’s cry of distress at the fact he could hear Rengoku coming was covered by the urgency Tanjiro took over calming you down from whatever you were doing. The sounds of the three messing about was drowned out by the overly loud, ego-boosted boar’s laugh before it was cut short. It sounded like he was choked, winded maybe, before the sound of his groans were heard further away.

“She threw him! She kicked him into the yard!” Zenitsu cried as Tanjiro could be heard rushing around. Among all that, Rengoku heard his younger brother laughing.

Rengoku finally entered the room all the commotion was coming from and found his brother sitting peacefully on the tatami with Tanjiro half kneeling on the floor mid-rise, Zenitsu crawled over to the open door that led outside to the engawa and yard, Inosuke in said yard on his back and you, stood just before the threshold to the engawa.

All eyes, aside from Inosuke's of course, went to the newcomer before Senjuro’s smile widened.

“Elder brother!” He announced, although everyone could see clearly who it was. He got to his feet and greeted his brother at the door who had crossed his arms and smiled down to him. “I though you wouldn’t be back today.”

“Things managed to work out!” He looked at the scowl on your face before it mellowed out. You dusted off your uniform and retreated further back into the room again. “I see you have some rather entertaining guests!” Tanjiro’s face pails as he sits unevenly on his knees.

“I apologize for the noise!” Rengoku laughs loudly. The two boys rush out in the yard, Zenitsu taking Inosuke by the shoulders and shaking him awake as Tanjiro tries to settle him down while still being concerned for the mountain raised demon slayer. Among the room, he notices that you had disappeared and when he turns to look out into the hall he still stood in, he sees your form retreating down it away from the party.

“Senjuro,” he called his brother’s attention. “If you don’t mind my asking, do you know y/n?” His spoke softly to his brother, just as he usually did. Senjuro nodded. Just when had the two of them met?

You had never brought it up before, though he supposed that you weren’t exactly inclined to. He took a step back before twisting slightly at the hips. “I’ll be back,” he told his brother with an accompanied pat on the head.

“I’m glad you’re back,” was the reply he got along with that smile he wanted to protect so dearly. He nodded before he was following the way you had gone. You found yourself in the kitchen, A tall, multitiered bento from a cloth bag. He watched you for a moment setting the bentos on the counter after separating the layers.

“Would you like any help?” He asked. You hadn’t heard him coming, so your shoulders jumped at his voice. He stepped into the kitchen to stand beside you. “Although I must warn you, I’m not very good in the kitchen,” he joked.

“It’s all already made,” you tell him as you take the lids off of the box lunches. He looked down at the food with his hand cradling his chin, nodding.

“This looks like a fine meal!”

“I’m glad you think so. My culinary skills aren’t anything special.” He pauses before he watches you uncover the other tiers of the brought lunch.

“You made all this? For Senjuro?”

“Of course I did,” you answered simply. “It’s a special occasion. There’s more than enough, so you’re welcome to help yourself as well.” He smiled at you. “I know that Inosuke will eat a lot, he’s a bottomless pit, so I made a lot more than usual just in case.” He was silent as he let you speak. It had been a long time- perhaps even the first time- since he had some sort of conversation with you to this extent.

He didn’t want to ruin it.

"Have you know my brother long?" He asked, hoping your conversation would keep rolling. And thankfully, it did.

"Not much longer than the others. I've run into him a handful of time before. I wouldn't call us strangers at the very least." He chuckled to himself softly. Senjuro wouldn't just let someone into the estate that he didn't consider a friend on such an auspicious day. You didn't give yourself enough credit, he'd have to find a way to change that.

As you set aside the lids to the boxes, you noticed the lack of one pair of chopsticks. You had brought enough for the four boys and yourself since you didn't foresee Rengoku making it back in time. Already seeing your silent dilemma, he worked swiftly.

He had smoothly moved from your side to behind you to reach on your opposing side to a draw at your hip. You weren't sure if he was aware of just how close his chest was pressed to your back as he moved. “Pardon,” he softly excused before he pulled it open and removed a pair of wooden chopsticks for himself. Sliding the drawer back, he returned to his place at your side. While you were turned away momentarily, he pinched a fluffy, rolled, yellow omelet between his utensils and popped it into his mouth.

He'd ask for Senjuro's forgiveness of taking the first taste of your food later.

You nearly tripped over nothing as you grabbed onto the countertop for stability at his loud exclamation of ‘delicious!’. The sound boomed in the small kitchen space like thunder trapped in a cave. You looked over your shoulder at him, your mouth open and brows slightly furrowed.

“Rengoku-sama?” You address. “What in the world-”

“I’d prefer it if you do not address me so formally, y/n,” he interrupted. “Much like your cooking, I like the way you say my name.” Your down-turned brows flip up-right again and raise further up your forehead as your eyes widen. “In fact,” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning closer to you. Whether or not he’s conscious of what he’s doing is beyond you, “while you’re at it, you may call me by my given name! At home, members of my family are all ‘Rengoku’.”

“B-but, the other’s call you-”

“I did not mention the boys,” he cuts you off again, softer this time. “I want you to call me differently.” Standing back up to his full height, he takes three bento tiers from the countertop, leaving the remaining two for you to grab. “Come! The boys’ must be hungry after kicking up so much of a fuss.”

You silently nod, grabbing the two remaining tiers of food before following his back down the hall and returning to the room with the four youngsters. You set the food down with Rengoku’s help and before you could even tell them to behave and let Senjuro eat first, Inosuke was pouncing like he was some wild animal on a hunt. Well, before you planted your heel into his gut for the second time that day and kicked him right back out into the yard.

Senjuro scooted over to his brother before he asked for his ear. Leaning down, Senjuro whispered a question to his elder.

“Did something happen?”

“What do you mean?” His brows quirked up.

“Well,” Senjuro drew out before looking at you standing on the edge of the engawa. Honestly, no one around you had seen you so worked up before in a single day without the company of battle. You pointed out into the yard where Inosuke sat silent (for once) as you yelled and reprimanded him. “Y/n seems a bit worked up ever since you both came back.” Rengoku smiled before laughing at your scolding addressed at the boar-headed boy.

“I’d hate to be on the wrong end of your temper!” Rengoku seemed to dismiss the question his younger brother asked him. After all, he didn’t think that trying your food first and asking to be addressed a certain way would work you up to the point you were at.

He chalked it all up to you trying to come out of your hypothetical shell.

Although, as you sat with all the boys (Inosuke finally included) and ate, the warmth on your back from where he stood so close to you in the kitchen earlier, as well as the heat on your face, wouldn’t go away.

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lovelytarou · a month ago

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— a way to a man's heart

featuring — rengoku kyojuro

genre — fluff

length — v short. it's a drabble :D

author's note — kyojuro's love language is food and u can fite me on this >:(( also i'm ignoring the fact that my stomach keeps growling while i was writing this

“kyo!” your giggles brought him out of his bliss as he stared at you with a tilted head, a slight frown on his face.

“oh my goodness, come here.” you poked your tongue out in concentration as you picked the bits of rice on his face, swiping some sauce off of the side of his cheek.

all the while, kyojuro's been staring at you with hearts in his eyes, his chest filling with warmth. he can't believe he has you in his life, right here, taking care of him even if it's through small acts like these. he thanks all the gods that you somehow haven't gotten tired or turned off by his large appetite and messy eating habits.

“shank yu!” he smiled through a mouthful of food and you swore that your heart exploded right there. “this ish sho good!”

“i'll bring you more food the next time i visit, just seeing you enjoy it is enough for me.”

in an instant, kyojuro ate all of the boxes of food you made for him. he's resting now, a hand on his stomach as he sighed contentedly.

“you take such good care of me, my love.” kyojuro grasped your hand and brought it to his lips.

“anything for you, kyo.” you leaned down to peck his lips, kyojuro pulling you closer when you started to pull away and deepening the kiss.

“i mean it, i don't know what i'd do without you.” he pouted.

“probably starve,” you joked and you both laughed at the thought. “good thing i am here, then. you still up for dessert?”

at the mention of his favorite sweet confectioneries, kyojuro's eyes lit up like stars.

i guess that's a yes. you thought as you chuckled, looking at him with fondness in your eyes.

“yes, please!”

“okay, open up.” you grabbed one of the desserts you brought and fed it to kyojuro who ate it in delight.

if you get to see this reaction every time you give him food, you'd gladly give him all the food in the world.

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yumchxa · a month ago

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My man 💛

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muzanswaifu · 3 months ago

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Sharing is Caring

Rengoku x Fem! Reader x Tomioka 18+

Art by @ OsakanaKidori on twitter

Ask/Trade by: @xxsabitoxx

Gimme a Giyu & Kyojuro threesome

Both men are fighting for the reader to be their tsugoku and get a little too competitive. So much so that they make a bet on who can make the reader come first 🙄

I’m talking low key manipulative tactics, breeding kink as always, double penetrating … different or the same holes, and lastly some Giyu x Kyojuro action is welcome but it doesn’t need to be added if you don’t wanna write that

Summary: Rengoku and Giyu toss you around :) Sexual style

SFW Warnings: Kyojuro is a smug bastard, Giyu just wants you to be comfortable, Kyojuro and Giyu have sexual tension with each other and they take it out on you, Jealousy

NSFW Warnings: Slight Dub-con turned Con, Threesome, Drinking, Coercion, Competitive Sex, Fingering, Spit as lube, Spit-roasting, Throat-fucking, Multiple Creampies, Breeding Kink, Multiple Positions, Double Penetration, Double Vaginal Penetration, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Cervix Fucking, Belly bulging, Spit Kink, Slight Objectification, Dumbification, Praise and Degradation

>7k words

"She's coming with me."

"No, she's coming with me."

You groaned.

The blond's brow twitched, signaling a dwindling patience. "She'd perform far better in my care," he proclaimed with pure confidence, "Your passive tendencies and lack of retention would prove to be... a struggle... to say the least, Tomioka." You cringed at the obvious insult to the brunet who was, if you didn't know any better, annoyed.

"And what about yourself, Rengoku? Who'd be able to deal with your constant energy without dropping dead within a few hours?" he hissed. Another insult. It was insult after insult at this point, what had started out as a formal conversation quickly turning personal.

You'd admit, Master Rengoku had given you an offer to be his tsuguko first, so it was only fair that you accept. But you'd done so much training with Master Tomioka! He'd been there when the former wasn't available and was just as responsible for your wonderful progress.

"(Y/n)'s excelled in flame breathing! Why dwindle her chances at further progression?" Kyojuro accused with slight aggression. His stance gave the impression of nearing attack, and made you worry. Giyu quickly reprised.

"She's shown just as much promise with water breathing!"

"May I say something?" you quietly asked.

"What?!" they both snapped in unison and you flinched. They quickly settled down when they saw your sheepish expression.

"Uhm," you rocked in place, "I really didn't mean to cause so much trouble! And neither of you should fight. I'll go with whoever will have me, I suppose-"

"Me!" they both growled at each other, as if to stake their claim over you. Well, that offer did no good. The two Hashira quickly went back to their verbal quarrel, very nearly on the cusp of physical. Plan B it was, apparently.

"H-how about we all go get some drinks! I know a nice place downtown that serves good sake. A-and appetizers!" Alcohol always did make for a good tension reliever, and hopefully the promise of food would capture the Flame Pillars attention. It did. His bright hair perked up instantly. "Okay!" Tomioka sighed. "Alright."

A few shots in, and they had quieted down a bit, settling for occasional jabs at each other and their overwhelming praises of you as if you weren't even there to accept them.

"A skilled slayer such as herself wouldn't squander such potential on an inattentive teacher like you, Tomioka," Rengoku stated after a long drawl of his liquor.

You gasped. "Sir!"

He stuck his hands up in innocence. "I'm simply stating the facts. (Y/n) needs a perceptive lov- leader." He coughed. "I meant leader." Before you could even react to the slip up, Tomioka had already countered back with a snarl.

"Oh, I'm perceptive alright - perceptive enough to see that you've been looking at her like a piece of meat all night. Have some class, pervert." The blond boomed with laughter and swayed a bit, likely from drunkenness. Your breath hitched when he leaned over to you and pinched your cheeks together, puckering your lips and making you flush from how close he was.

"What can I say? You see this face? Adorable!" He giggled. "A cute tsuguko like her would fit nicely at my side. Surely you'd agree?"

Giyu scoffed. "You talk about her like she's decoration." Rengoku shrugged and purred.

"She doesn't mind."

He looked over and turned your head with his firm grip on your face, gazing at your features in doting. You weakly grabbed at the arm cuff of his uniform in bewilderment. "Something so beautiful would be wasted on you."

Kyojuro glanced over the curve of your pretty cheeks.

"You'd probably keep her locked away in some dungeon with a training stick to rot away."

He studied the curve of your brow and how they complimented your (e/c) eyes so beautifully.

"But I would -"

He took pause when his eyes landed on your plush lips, plump and soft. Like rose petals.

"I-I'd-"

He could see how delicate they were, and moist. He felt so very thirsty. You gave a concerned look, a bit uncomfortable.

"Sir, are you alri-"

You were shut up with the pure force of affection, his lips merging with yours in a passionate embrace. The kiss was hungry, all consuming, like he wanted to devour your very being. But there was hardly time for any enjoyment when your eyes flew open and body tensed from shock. Nor was there time to settle when you were ripped away to the opposite side, lips torn apart leaving only a broken thread of moisture. You were sure you'd heard a growl come from his chest when you were stolen away. You turned to see what had taken you.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Tomioka hissed in a hushed voice. Luckily, no one was around to see what had just occurred. Except the other pillar of course. Rengoku wiped his dampened lips with the back of his hand and didn't reply, communicating instead with dangerous and sharp golden eyes blaring into his opponent, who's own azure orbs narrowed at him.

"You don't care about training her," Giyu said with conviction. His grip on your wrist loosened and you gingerly pulled it away, rubbing at the inflamed skin, a heavy redness still spread across your cheeks from what had just occurred.

"You just want to fuck her."

Rengoku tutted and turned away, not embarrassed about being called out about his intent but certainly not happy about it either.

"And you don't?" the blond questioned with a raised brow. You looked over to Giyu for his response. His lips thinned into a tense line, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. He said nothing.

Your reaction? How were you supposed to react? You hadn't a clue, nor did you want to impede on this battle of vicious verbiage. So you maintained your silence and settled back into your seat, twiddling your thumbs. Honestly, you wanted to see how this was going to play out. Sure, both men were your superiors and such sexual conversation, especially involving their student, was most certainly uncalled for, but they also happened to be two of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life. Their interest in you was not something you were too shocked to hear, given that you'd noticed their wanting gaze and lingering touch in the past. Although you weren't expecting the confession to delve straight into sex, a matured woman such as yourself wasn't complaining...

"And you're wrong by the way. I do want to train her. It's not impossible to have two objectives," Kyojuro defended.

"Yeah? Well, I have three then, since I'd want to make her finish as well," Tomioka jeered. The Flame Hashira hardly thought the comeback impressive and looked off, unamused.

"A capable man wouldn't find that so difficult as to consider it goal. But then again," he smirked and stared him in the eye, "for you, I suppose it would be a challenge."

Tomioka rose fiercely from his seat, teeth bared.

"You couldn't make her come if your life depended on it."

Rengoku grinned, eyes hooded and daring. He raised his glass toward the man. "Same goes to you." He downed the shot.

Painful silence ensued, loud and tense. The thick gulp that swam down your throat was easily heard as it interrupted the quiet. Tomioka turned to you with a soft and somber expression. "(Y/n)...," he muttered, "I'm sorry. I know this must be... a lot for you. I understand if you'd like to le-"

"No, i-it's fine!" you waved your hands at him in clearance when he gave a look of surprise.. You looked down to your lap with rosy cheeks. "I don't mind..."

"Oh..." he mumbled, still a bit stunned. Rengoku chastised him. "Sit down. You heard her - she said she likes it." His smile was devious. The brunet glared at him.

"She wasn't saying she likes it, idiot," he paused for a moment then turned to you, "Was she?" All eyes were on you again, unlike the previous moments when your presence was treated as a garnish. You bit the inside of your cheek and grabbed at your stomach in nervousness.

"Well," you started, "I think... I think you're both very, uhm, attractive and all, but... I don't know." You whined and cowered. "I really can't choose. I-I'm sorry."

Giyu softened and set a comforting hand on your shoulder. Rengoku chuckled.

"Oh, its alright. I don't mind, truly." He set down his chalice. "How about this - I have a proposal." Both you and Tomioka looked him in questioning, you more genuine and him irritated.

"It's just as you claimed before, Tomioka. Let's see which one of us can please her better. I'm willing to share - at least for just tonight." You froze. You'd thought the brunet would've scolded him for such a suggestion, but instead he looked to you, checking for your response. You swallowed. Both of them? Sharing? You?! You weren't sure you could take just one of these powerful men, but both was surely impossible. Regardless...

"O-okay," you squeaked out.

Everything after that seemed like a blur, both men ushering you out of the bar quickly while fiercely scowling at each other. Thankfully, Master Tomioka's estate was only a way's south and took little to no time to get there.

"Stop pushing her around like that. You're going to hurt her," Giyu ordered.

Kyojuro's tough hands rolled your shoulders avidly, his face nuzzled into your hair and taking in deep breaths of your scent. Your face burned and you tried not to whine, gently tugging at the raven-haired man's haori for help.

"If you keep treating her like glass, you aren't going to win the bet~" the blond sang with a hard slap to your ass. You yelped and completely leapt into Giyu's arms that held you protectively. "And if you can't treat her nice at all, you won't either," The Water Pillar sassed. Kyojuro clicked his tongue and slowly danced you back to him with a gentle hand interlaced with yours. You let him, seeing as he'd simmered down his aggression with his rival's warning.

"Alright, alright. I can play nice."

Tomioka tore open the door to his home, stepping aside for you and his fellow Hashira to step inside. You'd barely gotten past the entrance before Kyojuro was tugging your dress off.

"Rengoku!" you gasped, clutching at your falling clothing that began to bunch around your waist. Giyu shut the shoji door with a loud clack and moved through the hall.

"Let's get her to the bed," he commanded offhandedly while unbuttoning his uniform, his mismatched haori nowhere to be seen. The Flame Hashira was quick to obey and swept you into his arms, ripping of the yukata you'd been attempting to keep on and leaving you only in your chest binding and panties. Your body hit the raised mattress before you could even blink. You recognized the structure of it, a western-style bed that was lifted a couple feet in the air.

"Such a elegant bed, Tomioka. Are you okay with it breaking?"

"I'm going to be the one doing it, so yeah."

Rengoku laughed.

Everything was moving so fast, your vision blurry. They'd been fully clothed what seemed like moments ago, but now both were completely topless and hovering over you, Rengoku by your head and Tomioka by your naval. And now you were exposed as well as a hand, your not sure whose, tore off your binding like it was wet paper. Another tugged down your panties and another groped your bare breast

"C-can you slow down?" you begged anxiously and out of breath. The touchings stopped, both looking down at you with wide puppy-dog eyes. "S-sorry, I just need a minute to - ha - breathe." You rose up to settle on your haunches, taking in deep inhales of oxygen that you desperately needed. Their caresses of your body continued, Tomioka brushing your hair out of your face and holding onto your shoulder while Kyojuro kneaded your hips and waist. You could the ladder was still antsy to get things going, but the former was patient.

"Feeling better now? There's no need to rush anything," he crooned softly, his rich blue eyes soothing. You sighed. "Yeah... I'm okay now."

He tucked a delicate strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek, looking fondly into your gaze. "Can I-" he whispered, "Can I kiss you?" You gulped and brought your own paw up to embrace his.

"S-sure."

He smiled and drew in, carefully taking your lips into his with a small peck. Then another. Then another, deeper this time. And deeper. Until his opened mouth was mended into yours with tongues entangled. You felt warm hands pinch at your nipples from behind, but you paid them no mind save for a light whine. When their owner saw your fingers bury into a dark mane while the brunet's delved between your legs, Kyojuro decided he'd had enough.

Calloused fingers dug into your cheeks and plucked your lips away from Giyu's, saliva dripping down your tongue. He force your face in his direction, merging his own maw with yours and consuming your tongue. You gave a surprised muffle but quickly melted into it, letting the man devour you.

Tomioka growled. "You didn't even ask her first." Kyojuro gave him a harsh flickering glance only to communicate his lack of care before looking back to you. Giyu frowned, brows furrowed and brought his hand up from between your thighs to brush along your labia, earning him a shudder and whine. Diving further, he parted your lips, petting through them slowly several times to gather wetness before rubbing tight circles on your twitching bundle of nerves. You cried into the blond's mouth, nearly biting his tongue from the influx of pleasure.

Rengoku knew what the other man was doing, trying to steal your attention and favor by keeping you sensitive and needy. But he'd waited far too long for this chance to ravage you, and he wasn't about to waste it with tedious preparations. He, too, dropped a hand down to your sex, his other still kept on your perk breast to fondle as your tongues danced. You were already so wet, so wanting. Despite your dripping arousal, pressing a single digit into you proved to be a tight fit. He smirked into your lips as he swallowed your sweet sounds of desperation while his finger worked into you.

Both of them, knowingly or not, were humping against you, Giyu the front of your hip and Kyojuro your backside. You could feel their thick, clothed bulges rub against your flesh, hot and throbbing and begging to be let free. Hands seemed to be everywhere, theirs either tending to your dripping pussy or groping at your breasts and yours helplessly clutching at their manes of wild hair.

You tore away from Kyojuro's tongue with a gasp, swallowing mouthfuls of air as you'd forgotten your own need for oxygen with the growing passion. But the break was short-lived as Giyu's hungry lips replaced them. Rengoku growled behind you, obviously irritated about his loss of wet contact, and thrust another finger into you, working your slick insides more quickly. He could feel you squeeze around him and cooed at your effortless tightness. You were going to take him so well, he'd make sure of it. But that involved getting your cute little cunt to relax. His digits maneuvered scissoring motions inside of you, stretching you open and curling into your sweet spots. Your delicate honey dripped down his fist and splashed onto Giyu's, which was still swirling rhythmically about your clit.

Giyu marveled at how reactive you were, so obedient and zealous in reciprocating his loving of your lips. Your lustful sex twitched under his touch and rocked into his hand so fervently, it was adorable. And the little mewls you made that echoed into his throat made him all the more wanting of you and your generous body. He tried not to get fussy when he noticed the blond start thrusting his perverse fingers into you, or now when he began marking your beautiful neck and shoulders with his greedy lips and teeth. He relished the movement of your form into his, but hated that it was caused by his opponent ravishing you in bruising blemishes over your sensitive skin. Sharing was definitely getting on his nerves. But he could stand it a bit longer if it meant bringing you pleasure.

Rengoku gave one last hickey to the curve of your shoulder before pulling away, licking his lips of your sweet taste. With one final thrust of his digits into your good spot, you were crying out in release, shaking on your knees where you were sandwiched between the two strong Hashira. Parting from your lips, Giyu kissed around your face, giving your clit a few more flicks to ride out your high. There was something just so exhilarating about having both of them touch you at the same time, working together to bring you satisfaction despite their differences. You panted out your praise of them.

"That- hah- was good. Th-thank you..." You could be embarrassed about your awkwardness later when your brain was less jumbled. Kyojuro chuckled and turned your face to smooch your drooling lips.

"That was my point by the way," Giyu said and brushed your sweaty hair back.

Kyo smirked into your mouth and mumbled. "I'm so generous that I'll allow it."

The blond stepped off the bed, rustling his hakama pants down his hips. "That's enough waiting. I have a point to prove." Tomioka rolled his eyes and looked to you with caring eyes. "Are you ready, (y/n)?" he whispered. You bit your lips and nodded, and he gave you a smile and a kiss to your forehead. Then he stepped back and began pulling off the rest of his clothing as well.

You had to admit that their differences in body language were quite balancing. What Rengoku lacked in tenderness, he made up for in passion, and what Tomioka lacked in aggression, he made up for in gentleness. The perfect mixture. Hell, their battle was even making things better for you. If Kyojuro was being too harsh, Giyu would scold him, and if Giyu was being too soft, Kyo would edge him on. Now it was seeming as if having just one of them would've been more overwhelming than having both.

"Fine," agreed Tomioka, "but I'm going first."

Rengoku stilled and growled. "No."

The brunet dropped his pants, his already hardened cock bobbing between his legs and catching your unprepared eye, making them widen in shock. "You'll be too rough with her if you start. I'll at least be gentle. You really want to hurt her over a stupid bet?" Kyojuro's nose scrunched in distaste.

"Fine. But only so you can warm her up for me." His pants fell and revealed his throbbing erection that was as rock solid as the other man's. Your gaze alternated between the two, comparing the cocks that just on their own could tear you apart. Giyu's was terribly long, curved with a heavy weight and decorated all over with delicate veins. Rengoku's was in similar length and appearance, just a tad bit shorter but with a thicker girth and a fiery red hue. Both were leaking pearly white at the tip. You tucked your face into your paws to hide your flustered expression. Oh god.

The blonde smirked at his opponent with utter certainty. "I can't wait to watch you struggle and lose. I doubt you can make her finish twice... no - once," he wagered with a daring confidence. Tomioka didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing fear and chose to simply ignore him. Walking over to your sitting form on the edge of the bed, he rubbed down the curve of your arms soothingly and removed your trembling mitts from your face. He could see your nervousness and anxiety and knew his manhood and Kyojuro's would certainly be a challenge to take. Especially in one night.

"Here, wanna touch it? I promise it's not as intimidating as it seems." Hesitantly you nodded and reached out a shaky hand to wrap around his length. Even when squeezing around it, your fingertips just barely manage to brush against each other. You took a breath and pumped your hand around him, calming a bit when you heard him groan and felt him twitch. Alright, this wasn't so scary. You gasped when your free hand was snatched, a larger one taking it to coil around another thick member, this one being impossible to wrap around completely. "Hey now, don't leave me out of the fun," the flame pillar purred in a deep voice that made you shudder. You promptly set about tending to him as well, jerking both their impressive cocks at a steady pace that left them panting. More precum drizzled down their tips, and you gathered the lubrication in each palm to slap back onto their shafts for easier movement.

Rengoku threw his head back and sighed. "Damn, you're good. You do this often?" Giyu threw him an aggravated look.

"Don't say that, asshole."

"Relax. I was kidding. She knows that."

You giggled at their bickering and gave their pricks a punishing squeeze, earning you a wince from both of them. Venturing even further, you tilted their standing cocks to meet, rubbing their swollen heads together. They both jumped back.

"Hey!" they clamored in unison. You let out another cackle and fell back onto the bed. Tomioka pushed Kyojuro away.

"She's ready now. Go away."

Rengoku didn't fight him on it this time, instead backing off and beaming with mischief. "Go right on." He wrapped around to the other edge of the bed, near your head. The dark-haired man immediately knew what the other was planning.

"She's not ready for that." He warned.

Rengoku tilted his head. "Ready for what?" he asked with the utmost innocence. He curled his hand under your chin and massaged the hinge of your jaw. You tilted back your neck to look up at him and he gave you a reassuring smile. "I'm just making sure to be here if she needs me. Or is disappointed." His thumb brushed over your cheek softly, as if to infer his moral support. Even you glared at him for his obvious lack of sportsmanship. You slapped his thigh with the back of your hand.

"Be nice," you told. He scoffed and grabbed the base of dick to hover it over your face. You gulped nervously. Giyu mumbled his disapproval but moved on, spreading your thighs around his waist and moving closer to your center. His cock parted through your lips, pressing at your sopping entrance and sliding over it to drag across your clit. You flinched at the sensitive contact until Kyojuro stole your attention by lacing his fingers into your hair and tipping back your head. He let the sodden tip hit your lips, glowing eyes hooded over.

"Give it a kiss."

You blinked up at him, timid. He chuckled and rolled his hips, rubbing his swollen flesh over your plush mouth. "C'mon. Show me you want it." You whined with another laggard pass over your clit and did as he said, puckering your lips to press a chaste kiss to the head of his cock, then another, and another. He groaned dramatically, eyeing the man across from you who was glaring daggers at him. "Oh fuck, that's good, ah." Giyu knew he was going to pull this shit, torment him by making him watch you lip-lock with another man's fucking dick. And he hated how affectionate you were being too. Kissing on the blond's flesh so gently and innocently like there wasn't a filthy penis in your mouth. As soon as he saw your kitten tongue peek out to lick off the salty liquid that was coating your lips, he snapped.

"G-giyu?!" you yelped out in shock when you felt him start to delve into you. You quickly leaned up the investigate, the resulting image of Kyojuro's massive length laying on your small head only fueling the pillar's seething rage. He continued force feeding you his inches, one by one, trying to ignore your staggering tightness and noises of discomfort. Even Kyojuro grew concerned, seeing his fellow slayer's tensed expression and hearing your whimpers. But before he could prevent him from going further, the brunet had already bottom out, pelvis flush against yours.

You gave a strangled mewl, feeling the head of his cock jam into your cervix. "Oh god, Giyu~" you whined, your walls fluttering around his veined thickness. You still needed a minute to adjust, but dear god was he huge, stretching your insides like that. He seemed more tranquil after finally penetrating you, claiming you, and kneaded your thighs in his palms to comfort. His hips gingerly trilled into yours, churning your warmth so you could more quickly adapt to his size. Despite the distracting fullness, you could tell the one behind you was getting fussy, his hands tense on your hair and neck. You carefully laid back down on the mattress and gave his cock a stroke before taking the head into your mouth for a harsh suck. He immediately keeled over, not expecting the sudden gifted pleasure, and naturally bucked into your hot throat, gagging you. You choked surprised and pushed him back so you could breathe again, setting about doing the movements yourself by bobbing up and down on the bit you could take. On your other end, you wrapped your legs around rugged hips, encouraging them to start thrusting into you. Their owner got the message and started moving.

Your eyes were already starting to roll back, your pleasure toppling over from the overwhelming combination of having both your mouths filled with piping hot flesh. You didn't even react when Kyojuro tugged you more over the bed to let your head hang off the side so he could better fill your mouth, nor when Giyu climbed on and set you in his lap so he could manually bounce your hips up and down on his cock and rub your clit. In and out. In and out. Each took turns thrusting in you, motions like a hacksaw and rocking you to and fro into the other's parts. Despite what Tomioka believed, having your throat fucked was actually increasing your pleasure, forcing you to relax and succumb to the feeling of your pussy being split open, lest you choke and ruin the flow of things. You felt like a toy, a roast pig that was skewered on either end and tossed between two cocks in an endless cycle of usage. But you weren't bothered by it. No, you loved it.

You orgasm took you by surprise, revealing itself in the form of an earthquake of euphoria that echoed through your entire body and had you drooling like a faucet on either cock. Kyojuro pulled out of your throat with a growl, earning himself an ear-full of the tail end of your moans as ecstasy raked your being. Such a sweet sound could only mean one thing - he was proven wrong. Fuck. He let your peak calm first, thankful that his adversary was too enamored with humping your pussy to brag, before taking a hold of his erection. He gave it a few taps on your chin before holding it up and away from your mouth completely. Your lips chased after him, a curious look on your fucked out face when he refused you his veined flesh. He pulled your head back down and came closer.

"Hush now. I'm saving the rest of myself for your cunt." You pouted but quickly changed interest to wrap your lips around his scrotum, sucking one his balls into your mouth with a gentle pressure before moving to the other. Kyojuro threw his head back and howled.

Giyu could care less about that bastard degrading your face anymore. No, he had what was really important - your perfect, hot, tight, wet pussy. God, you were milking him so hard, just begging him to fill you up. But he knew better than to take that risk. He pulled out just in time, spilling his warm release on your belly and panting. He didn't even have a moment of gathering before the blond was ushering him away.

"Move, it's my turn," he barked.

The pillar put a hand up, "W-wait - hah - give her a minute." Rengoku nearly chuckled. He'd seen you train, he knew you could bounce back in a heartbeat. That, and Tomioka hadn't fucked you that hard. He gave him a push, the other man quickly reciprocating with a rough shove, and so forth. You were too blissed out to deal with their battling and groaned. Why couldn't they just get along already? You used what strength you had left to roll over to your front and got on your knees, raising your ass.

"Kyojuro~" you whined with need and spread your thighs. They stopped their altercation for a moment and the flame pillar gave the other a victorious smirk.

"See? She wants me." He got behind you and took a hold of your hips. Giyu grumbled stubbornly and moved to the other side. He'd barely even gotten in front of you properly before you were pulling him dick first to your mouth and smothering his cock in sloppy kisses of your love that took his breath away. Rengoku didn't bother with tenderness and slid inside you with one swift motion, seeing as your hole was already left soaked and gaping. It was as if the rut hadn't even come to a halt in the first place as the swaying rhythm of bouncing you back and forth on wood return just as strong and consuming. You eagerly drowned Giyu's manhood with your tongue, cleaning him of your slick and his leaking flavor. He wasn't as impatient as his comrade was, and had no issue with letting you work on him at you own slow pace of slanted kisses and a wet tongue. When you reached a hand under him to fondle his balls, he wanted to bust again right then and there. If you'd taken him down your throat completely, he might've.

Each powerful thrust Kyojuro delivered pounded a moan from you, candied and cute. Fuck, he could see why Giyu could only pull one from you before finishing himself - you were tight, velvety soft and sopping. Hell, he was going to need several towels just to clean himself up after this. But it was good that you were so lubricated, that meant you were damn aroused, and would take everything he gave you with a befitting eagerness. He made sure you were stimulated everywhere he could manage as well, pistoning his cock into the sweet spot near your cervix and flicking your clit with quick motions. You were going to be ruined when he was done with you, he'd guarantee it.

With a few more shallow plunges into your center, you were coming all over him, clamping down on his thick shaft. He pounded you though it, tugging on your sensitive bead with two pinched fingers that had you shaking. Giyu took the reins with your succumbing stability and held your face in his hands, rubbing his throbbing length across your cheek gently. He was going to go again after this, so he didn't mind if he didn't get off right this instant. Kyojuro could feel his balls tighten with his impending high but staved it off, wanting to pull another one from you before he gave in. He needed to if he wanted the score to be even. Using his free hand, he loomed over your back, caressing your tender breast with precision. He just needed you to come one more time, just once. And his thoroughness seemed to be working as you arched into him, your overstimulated pussy contracting around him.

This climax was different than your previous ones, longer and with a more drawn out intensity rather than all at once. You trembled for a long time, mouth open in a silent scream with tears streaming down your cheeks. The moment it dimmed down, you collapsed onto the mattress, your bones feeling like jelly. Rengoku's eyes rolled back with the clutch and he grunted lowly as the knot inside him thinned dangerously. Giyu saw.

"Rengoku, pull out."

The man didn't listen, his fingers digging bruises into your curved hips.

"I said pull out."

Still nothing. He kept moving, his pace speeding up to an intense rhythm that made you see stars.

"Rengoku!"

One more thrust and he was coming, spewing hot seed into the depth of your walls that seeped into your aching womb. You gave a shocked pule at the melting warmth and shuddered. Giyu was pissed.

"You piece of shit." He hissed, fists closed.

Kyojuro let out a breathy laugh, his throat a bit sore. "Relax. You took her first, so I at least get to breed her. And look at her." He motioned toward your trembling form and pleased whimpers. "She loves it."

Giyu's teeth clenched and he nodded toward where you were still connected, the man's hips still rolling into your creamy heat. "Pull out." Kyo laughed loudly and shook his head. "No."

Before Tomioka could tear him away from you, the blond had already gotten on the bed, laying down with you splayed on top of him, your back still pressed against his chest with one hand around your throat and another on your hip. He thrust up into you continuously, knocking up into the front of your belly and making you yelp.

It was taking every bone in Giyu's body not to rip him to shreds. He was breaking the rules. Breaking the rules and being unfair and disrespectful. In his opinion, that should cost him his head. They were supposed to split you evenly, and here he was being his usual annoying self and getting greedy. They were supposed to share...

He breathed out deeply and shuffled onto the bed, batting apart your legs. Kyojuro raised a brow at him and stilled his movements. Tomioka scowled at him with a simmering odium.

"You want to be difficult about this? Fine. She's gonna be the one to take it." He took his length into hand and positioned himself between your legs. "Make some room."

Your eyes went wide as you realized what he was trying to do and you squirmed to get away. "W-wait, G-giyu, I'll get off! H-hold on!" But he kept you down with a hand around your hip. As did Rengoku, who was acting out of pure astonishment with the other man's uncharacteristic dominance. The water pillar spit on his cock, pumping it over his inches thoroughly to spread it. You were already plenty wet, with the mixture of slick and cum, but a bit more lubrication wouldn't hurt.

"Please!" you begged. "I-it won't fit!" He silenced you with a hand around your jaw.

"Open." he commanded. You hesitantly obeyed, parting your lips. He leaned over you, giving your bottom lip a gentle peck before sucking his cheeks and spitting into your open cavern. You flinched at the action, and he swiftly pushed your chin up to close your mouth.

"Swallow."

You did as you were told and downed what you were given. He stroked your cheek tenderly with a curled finger.

"I'm not going to hurt you, so you can calm down. I'll go slow," he assured, pressing himself against where the blond was penetrating you. With a careful pressure, he managed to enter in beside him, Rengoku cringing and groaning as his cock was squeezed near painfully. But his expression was nothing compared to yours as you were quite literally split open. Even as his promise was kept, a slow feeding of prominent inches, your insides strained to keep you from bursting open, the collection of fat girths protruding from your belly. Your vision faded in and out, no breathe escaping you as you forced yourself to take it. The only signs you had that he was finished pushing into you was lack of further movement and the hard pressure against your cervix.

Both of them were groaning, practically yowling into the steamed and misty room from how choked their cocks were, being stuffed inside your small cunt. Giyu could hardly breathe, nearly regretting having joined the fray when his adversary was packing just as much as he was. He grimaced at the sound of strangled sobs as you struggled to take it. He leaned back so he had room to rub messy circles around your swollen nub. The boys whined as you squeezed even tighter, but knew that you had to grow more wet and ready to go further.

God, you were absolutely teeming with cock now, feeling more full than what you'd thought was physically possibly. all of your sweet spots were suffocated, pushed beyond their limits and making your mind go blank. Seeing straight was impossible, and soon the stuffing began to border on gratifying.

"Oh... oh, fuck - it's s-so, hn," You whined, mouth hanging open and eyes tightly shut. Giyu shifted for better positioning and pushed both your and Rengoku's legs further apart. "I'm going to start moving now, shit," he forced out through gritted teeth. You didn't even bother acknowledging him, instead lying there like a useless heap of meat and bones and drool. Fuck, you were drooling.

They started with a subtle rocking, each taking turns thrusting their hips into yours and knocking against your walls. You softly cried and writhed, weakly grabbing at the sheets to find stability. With each gently sway grew their passion, more and more inches being pulled out and shoved right back into your at an crippling tempo. Oh god, it felt like you were already gonna-

"Ahhhhh!" You wailed as you came in record time, only a few moments after they'd started moving, both doubling over with your suffocating grip. It was as if they hit a reset button on you, a blaring white light going off behind your eyes and making your muscles spasm like a dying animal. You couldn't even control yourself this time, your muscles being too weak. You just needed a moment to breathe, some time to prepare, but they just keep thrusting. Thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting. Using your pliant cunt to milk their cocks into your warm insides. And you couldn't stop them. Couldn't even get a word in as their sloppy aiming hit your sensitive tissue with an unfair precision and kept you coming and coming and coming. It didn't help that small swirls were still being wound on your abused clit. They were full on devastating you now, deep plunging movements that slid into your sopping hole with damn near ease. You couldn't even hear their savage grunts when your brain was fucked stupid.

Kyojuro wasn't much better himself. If he was being honest, he wasn't even moving all that much. In fact, he was mostly relying on Giyu for that part, who was pounding you avidly and creating a jaw-dropping friction against his cock. By the gods, his eyes were practically crossing, balls so tight that he felt he might come at any moment. Oh he couldn't wait to fill you up again, get your pussy dripping with his cum. He knew you'd love it.

You came again, your body failing to even flinch this time as a clear liquid sprayed across your thighs and splattered across three slick bodies. Rengoku groaned into your ear, his hands shifting down to your limp thighs to hold them apart. "Oh fuck, that was hot." He looked up toward the one on top of you. "Right, Tomioka?"

The brunet threw his head back with a raspy sigh. "Fuck yeah."

He sped up his moments, pitching his hips so hard and deep that you bounced back like a spring onto Kyojuro's pulsing cock. Both were close, deadly close. In fact so were you, you think, no quite so sure as you felt as if you'd been coming the whole time.

"We're - hnn- pulling out this time you bastard, ah. I don't care what you want," Tomioka snarled, strained.

The blond worried little and easily called his bluff. There was no way he was could stop himself from emptying inside your tight hole now. But you, so idiotic and drained, couldn't fathom the lie.

"Nooooo," you whined. "Don' p-pull out, puh-please!" Your hands leapt out to pull him down to you, holding his ear to your mouth. You tried to wrap your legs around him as well but the man behind you forced them open again and chided you. "Ah ah, keep those legs spread baby."

"Pl's," you panted into his ear, "Pl's stay. Fill me up, oh please. Fill me." You repeated the plead, over and over, your desperation growing with each syllable. Giyu gave you no answer, only plowing his hips hard and harder into your fluttering core.

Kyojuro was the first to come, letting out a sultry howl and spilling searing hot spend into your wanting womb that had your tongue lolling out. You were next, body going lax yet again as more of your nectar doused your pelvises in a wet sheen. And finally Giyu, his hips stuttering and generously pressing flush into your heat, gifting you with a steaming and heavy load of his seed.

You were demolished, drool pooling down both sides of your mouth and eyes taking a permanent residence at the back of your skull. Your corpse was trembling like a leaf and mewling, practically melting at the pouring of what felt like several pints of cream into your womb. They pulled out one after the other, both making a pop, and cum splatting down your thighs and onto the sheets in a sinful white mess. You sighed in relief as your belly was emptied of their scorching thick members.

Giyu collapsed onto your panting chest, his head swimming and muscles still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. He'd never come that hard in his entire life. You feebly pet his head, brushing though his moist hair with your shaking fingers. Even then, Rengoku couldn't handle the uneven distribution of attention and turned your head to capture your dribbling lips in an exhausted but powerful kiss. The embrace revived Tomioka's determination, causing him to rise and snatch away your face to mouth with you as well. You allowed the shifting exchange, letting them pass you between their hungry maws until they'd gathered peace. Only then did you pause the trade, squirming over a bit to slid a hand up to the back of both of their necks and giving an encouraging push.

"Now kiss." you directed.

They blinked at you and whinged in disgust. You pushed harder.

"C'mon. You've been kissing indirectly already. This is no different."

They still turned away stubbornly and you pouted and bat your lashes. "For me? Please?"

That seemed to earn their compliance as they reluctantly closed your motivating distance. It was just a quick peck, both their faces scrunching in disdain, but you were grateful none-the-less. Baby steps.

"Thank you~" you sang before promptly blacking out, pushed to your limit. The hashira chuckled at your tuckered out form and decided to give you some rest. But only for a bit.

The night was still young after all. And it was still yet to be decided who was the better master.

And sharing wasn't so bad.

NO PART 2 DONT EVEN ASK I CANT DO IT THIS WAS TOO HARD

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Warnings: R18+, arguments, smut f!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

angst to fluff to smut, 3K

Summary: You are still recovering from a “simple” mission that left you severely injured, much to your embarrassment. You laugh it off in hopes of making light of it so your husband doesn’t think of you as weak— but “weak” is no where near close to what Kyojuro thinks of you.

A/N: Several months later and I’m posting something on my blog that has nothing to do with the academy au 😭

NSFW AHEAD

“You understand why I’m angry at you, right?”

“…is it because now it takes me longer to make those pork buns you love so much?” You say, sheepishly.

The joke didn’t land. If anything it just made it worse.

“Stop it,” He grits out. “Stop making fun of..all of this!” He runs his hand through his hair, tugging at the ends.

“What do you want me to do then, cry?” You snap. You’ve been trying so hard to keep it in, you are not going to burst into waterworks over some shitty attempt at what you guess was a reconciliation.

He scoffs and shakes his head. “I don’t care what you do as long as you just take this seriously!” He shouts, “you were injured! How Reckless can you possibly be?!” It is rare for Kyojuro to raise his voice in anger, much less towards you.

Tears well up in your eyes and you turn around to avoid him from seeing. Unfortunately, he takes this as an act of pettiness and fully unleashes his temper.

“You were so careless! Your comrades almost died, you almost died! And you walk around as if it were nothing! As if you’d just scraped a knee, it’s ridiculous!” He yells now, and you can’t bear to face him. Hearing his disappointment was enough, to actually see it might just kill you. Out of all your years together, your arguments were never this bad.

You stay silent as he paces around the room. You feel shame rise to your cheeks and wrap your arms around yourself. You can’t do this. But it’s not like you can really leave, either.

“The side of your head was drenched in blood, Y/N. They could barely recognize you. Your left leg was crushed. They didn’t know if they’d be able to help you walk again. They didn’t even know if you’d survive the night.” He seethed out before falling into complete silence, not a sound save for the crackling of the fire.

The moment stretches as you become nauseous. You hope those footsteps are moving towards the door but instead sound like they’re getting closer and closer.

“Stop,” you mumble.

He freezes. “Stop what?”

“I…” you take in a deep breath, praying that the words about to come out are steady and firm. The opposite of how you truly feel.

“I want to be left alone,” you say shakily. You start to hiccup and hear a strange “hmph” behind you. You hate crying in front of people and you hate crying during an argument even more. You try to stumble towards your room, cursing as your leg gives way. The next thing you knew you were falling, the floor getting closer and closer…

Then it stopped.

You keep your eyes shut, a whimper crawling out of your throat.

“Y/N,” he calls out softly. “What is this really about?”

That question along with his gentle tone tore down every wall you struggled to build.

Tears flood from your eyes as he moves to cradle you towards his chest, tucking your head under his chin. He sits you both down and waits for you to settle, rubbing circles on your back.

“I’m sorry,” you eventually croak out.

“For what?” He asks.

“E-everything, the crying, the jokes, the mission, I know I failed. I know I disappointed you. I thought that if I played it off, you wouldn’t see it as a big deal and we could just move past it. But that just made it worse. I’m sorry I failed you.”

There’s silence and you slowly lift your head away from his shoulder. As scary as it is, you need to see his face right now.

And right now, he looks completely and utterly broken.

“You…you thought I was disappointed in you?” He asks and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Why wouldn’t you be?! You’re right! My friends were hurt, I barely killed that demon, and to make matters worse, I almost got slaughtered in the process instead! I can’t stay with you if I can’t even manage to come back from a stupid mission in one piece.” You rant, hands clenching in self-pity. “You said you heard from the other hashira what had happened to me! I’m sure you were embarrassed!”

His gaze tenses, but the fire in his eyes held a different light. His grip grows harsher, though it’s not in malice.

“I was upset because I could’ve lost you.” He whispers. “I was afraid that if you kept laughing over this, you’d never take yourself seriously and would end up dying on another mission. And that I wouldn’t be there to protect you.”

“I don’t think you’re weak,” he continues, “I’ve never thought that and never will. You spoke without a problem while your leg was bent in all sorts of angles, for Gods’ sake. You’re one of the strongest people I know,” he smiles gently. “I wasn’t embarrassed when Shinobu and the others told me. In fact, they were just about as concerned as I was.” He was an honest man, you knew he was telling the truth, but you found it unbelievable nonetheless. Still, you fake a smile as you try to lean back into his chest, only to stop as his fingers firmly grasp your chin.

“I mean it,” he says. “No one had a single bad thought about you. They care about you. You’re worth caring about, Y/N.”

Your smile is wobbly as you throw your arms around his neck, he arms wrapping around you just as tightly. “I’m sorry for making you worry about such a thing,” he tells you. You shake your head as a way to say “forget about it” but he pulls you back to take a strand of your hair, stroking it before putting it behind your ear.

“I thought you died Y/N. I thought I’d never see you again.” His hand moves to your cheek, cradling it with the gentleness you’ve been craving since you were confined to a lumpy mattress at the mansion. You nuzzle into it, receiving a playful huff in return. The atmosphere starts to change, and It’s not long before those caring hands move towards the back of your head, gripping the roots of your hair, firmly pulling them back. You shutter as he makes you bare his neck to him, choking out a gasp once his tongue finds your pulse.

“Of course,” he lets out a dark chuckle, “this isn’t something that I can forgive with just a hug and a kiss” he moves to push you down onto the floor before thinking better of it, moving the both of you to the bed.

He sets you down gently, and looks at you silently, hoping that you wanted this as much as he did. You smile and wrap your good leg around his waist, tugging him closer. “Oh? Then what can I do to make you forgive me?” You smile coyly and his eyes narrow. He isn’t as fast as usual, trying to maneuver himself in a way that wouldn’t irritate any of your injuries. “I’m not fragile,” you joke.

His head snaps up in irritation.

“It isn’t a matter of whether you’re fragile or not,” he grips your hip tightly. “It’s a matter of me taking care of you— and for you to learn to take better care of yourself.” If it hadn’t been for your leg, you knew he would have turned you over and spanked you. You mourn for the loss but he more than makes up for it when he seizes your throat.

“I thought you knew that this isn’t some casual fuck. I’m fucking you to teach you a lesson.” His hand is firm over your neck and you can’t hide your smile. He gives pressure and you let out a whine, grabbing his wrist with both of your small hands— not to stop him, just to ground yourself.

“Slut,” he grits out, but it’s not in anger. He chuckles in disbelief. “I try to teach you something and you can’t even listen. I’ve barely touched you yet but you’re already sounding like a whore.” He travels a finger down the middle of your legs, skimming your clit through your clothes along the way. It isn’t by any means close enough, but if you can’t listen, you can at least try to behave. You bite back your whines as he plays with the hems of your clothes, not touching you where you needed it most. Part of you wants to beg, but you’re not quite sure if that’d work or just prolong the torture. He grins as he watches you struggle, your face pulled into a pout and your hands clenching the sheets.

“Good girl,” he whispers, and you involuntarily let out a whimper. You wince, hoping he didn’t hear it but there was no way he could not. However, instead of adding any more punishments, he coos and strokes your bottom lip. “Aw baby, you’re trying so hard to behave, aren’t you?” He says and you shake your head furiously in response.

“It’s nice to know my girl still has her manners” he praises you. You lift your head up in hopes of getting more praise, more stimulation, just more, but instead are met with him pulling away. He tsks as he grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head. “But the lesson isn’t over yet,” he grins and you don’t hold back the sob crawling out of your throat in response.

He takes pity and does his best to rid you of both your pants and under garments without discomfort. You can’t help but wince when he slightly nudges your injured leg to the right. He notices and kisses your knee gently, before slowly moving the leg back down.

“Kyojuro,” you whisper, and he immediately stops what he’s doing, staring into your eyes with an intensity you’ve never seen before.

“I love you,” you say. It wasn’t a tease, or a way of trying to manipulate him into giving you what you wanted. You genuinely wanted him to know how much he meant to you. How much you loved him.

He pulls back from your lower half and smashes his lips against yours, foregoing any slight hint of teasing and instead focusing all of his energy onto you.

“I love you too,” he replies, “so damn much.”

He takes off your top as you start unbutton his uniform, only for him to take over and finish the job quicker. “Some punishment this was,” he laughs and you grin sheepishly.

His gentle sigh turns into a soft frown as his fingers trace over the side of your face that was damaged. You try to turn away to save yourself from the embarrassment, but that only made Rengoku’s grip tighter.

“Don’t,” he warns. “Don’t hide from me.”

His hand is warm against your cheek and you can’t pinpoint what exact emotion he was feeling right now. You nod and give a soft smile.

“Since my first attempt at punishment wasn’t much of one.. I have some rules for you.” He tells you, traveling his hand down and over your heart.

Dammit.

You groan at him, “really, Kyojuro?”

Next thing you know you’re finding it hard to breathe and you blink up to your boyfriend hovering over you, a mischievous glint in his eyes and his hands around your throat.

“Watch it,” he warns, “or I won’t let you come at all.”

You try to nod but he shakes his head before relenting his grip, “words, Y/N.”

“Yes sir,” you gulped.

He relaxes and sits back. “I’m going to give you a choice” he says, “you come from my mouth or my cock- whatever you choose you can’t come during the other. Not unless I say so.”

He’s kidding.

He’s absolutely kidding.

“Ah I guess this requires some thinking, don’t it? I’ll give you some time.” He leans on one of his elbows, an evil grin spread across his face.

“Kyojuro please,” you beg. “That’s not fair!”

“Yeah, that’s the point,” he laughs.

You resist to complain again despite desperately aching for release, because you know it won’t get you anywhere.

“…Cock. I-I want to come on your cock.” You huff out.

“Okay sweetheart,” he smiles cheekily before his head is in between your thighs again.

What?

“Kyojuro wha- ahh! What are you doing?” You’re interrupted by a long swipe of his tongue over your cunt.

“I didn’t say which one you’d get first,” he says.

He grips your good thigh while keeping a gentle hand on the other. You’d like to say you appreciate it but you’re more frustrated than anything.

His nose pushes against your clit and you try to resist moving your hips but to no avail. You hiss at the pressure it puts on your bad leg and hope Kyojuro hadn’t noticed so he wouldn’t stop.

Of course he noticed.

But instead of stopping to ask if you’re okay, he grabs your hips closer and thrusts your hips for you, his tongue entering your hole. Giving it the attention you’ve been craving for.

“G’ah!” You gasp and shoot a hand down to his hair, tugging at his blond locks.

“K-Kyo…” you try to get out, but he’s leaving no room for you to breathe. His tongue dives into your hole once more before moving up and nipping at your clit.

“P-please…” you pant out. You don’t know if you could do this.

He moves over to your thigh, sucking on a patch of skin before biting down on it. You yelp and clench your fists. He huffs a laugh before moving back to your pussy. He leans forward to start again but your hand stops him.

“Oh?” He asks, mockingly.

“I-I can’t,” you admit. “It’s too much.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he croons. “I understand.”

His hand moves up to grab yours, leaning up to place a kiss on it.

“The thing is…” he starts “I don’t ever remember saying YOU could tell me when to stop.”

You don’t get the chance to say anything as his head delves into your pussy, licking and sucking with more tenacity than ever before. You throw your head back and scream, not caring if the neighbors hear.

He adds two fingers into your hole and within minutes you’re shaking, eyes brim with tears. How can you not cum when he’s putting his all into this?

“You taste so good” he moans out.

“Please…” you cry out, shutting your lids and shaking your head from side to side. You open your blurry eyes to see fierce red staring back at you and whine. “I-I can’t” you sob.

“You can,” he ignores you.

“No! I want you!” You yell out.

“And you have me,” he snarks back.

“Your cock!” You slam a fist down. “I want your cock! Please! I need it.”

You don’t hear anything for a moment but you don’t pay mind to it, you’re too busy crying from the overwhelming pleasure- only for it to stop completely.

You look up towards Kyojuro to see him rising from his position, both hands coming to cup your face.

“You did such a good job, baby.” He sighs, “I’m so proud of you.”

You hiccup in his hands and try to stop the after shakes, to which Kyojuro waits to settle down.

“Do you still want me?” He asks genuinely.

“More than anything,” you mutter.

He moves a strand of hair behind your ear and gives you a long kiss. You hum in return.

He is finally going to give you want you wanted. You watch him stroke his cock and move it towards your pelvis but it comes to a halt.

“Which way?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I…your leg,” he tries to explain, “which way is best for your leg?”

That’s a great question, actually.

Except it’s one you don’t have an answer for.

Thankfully he seems to have an idea as he picks you up and goes to place you in his lap.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to help much…” you trail off.

He laughs, “Baby you don’t have to worry about something like that.”

He gently wraps both legs around his hips and your hands around his shoulders.

“You ready?” He asks one more time.

You nod feverishly.

He slows his cock into you and you can’t help but groan in relief of finally feeling full. He stills for a moment and gives you a look, and you hang on tighter to his shoulders.

He starts to thrust and has no problems lifting you up and down whatsoever. It’s not long before he goes faster and deeper and you’re starting to cry again.

“Fuuuck” you moan out, feeling drool start to spill from your mouth.

“Such a good whore,” he praises. The way he moves you up and down is as if you were nothing but a sex toy— and god it felt amazing.

“Yours,” you drawl out. “Only yours.”

“Oh yeah? A good whore only for me?” He smirks as you fail to respond, croaking out nothing but groans and cries for more. He doesn’t slow down when you start to drift off, if anything he seems a little proud of himself. You retaliate by clenching down on him tightly and hear a choked gasp from your lover.

“You…fuck,” He wanted to warn you to not do that but it just felt so good.

“A-again,” he begs, “do that again.”

“Oh? What happened to you being in charge?” You sassed.

He doesn’t take well to that and lifts your hips up to deliver a sharp slap to your asscheek, never minding your whine of pain.

“I said. Again.”

You nod and do as he says, and it’s not long before you start to do it involuntary.

“Kyojuro, I’m close.” You tell him.

“Me too baby,” he pants as his thrusts start to falter.

“Can I come?” You ask, “please? I’ve been good.”

He laughs and tugs your chest to his face. “Yeah, you can come.”

He leans into one of your breasts and bites down on a nipple— and that’s the end of it.

You sob as you finish, feeling one of the most powerful orgasms you ever had. You whine at the overstimulation of him continuing to plow into you and start clawing at his shoulders.

“C-Come on…” you choke through your tears, “come Kyojuro.”

He lets out a loud moan as he finishes inside of you. With the sweat crawling down his body, tongue sticking out and panting, he paints the perfect picture. You grin at the feeling of being completely full and reach for his face.

“Fuck, Y/N” he huffs and rests his forehead to yours. “Perfect. You’re just..perfect.”

Now you start to cry for a different reason and he quickly moves you both to the side, your back to his chest.

“Sssh,” he hushes you, “it’s okay. You’re okay.” He rubs at your stomach and rests his chin on top of your hair.

“I love you so fucking much. I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you’re safe.” He says in a hushed tone, almost as if he were holding back tears himself.

“You too..l-love you too,” you reply.

You both continue to wrap yourselves into each other, uncaring of the world around you. The only thing important at the moment was right at your bedside.

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