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astoldbyaja · 6 months ago

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Bark like you want it! -Ch. 8~AU Demon Slayer~

And bounce I did. I felt Kyojuro’s cock twitch inside me as I bounced my body rough and hard on him. I was a twenty-two-year-old college student, I never said I made good decisions. The room was filled with pants and moans as Kyojuro’s grip on my hips tightened.

“Fuck just like that, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” he moaned bucking his hips up inside me at a savage pace. My head fell back as I ground my hips into him hard. Fuck he felt amazing. I feel his body sit up and he leans in sinking his teeth lightly into my left nipple. My body bucked hard as his tongue rolled around my sensitive bud. My arms locked around him feeling my body on fire.

“God!” I cried out as we kept moving together.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me real tight Yara! I was hoping to pull out, but I don’t think your pussy will let me!” he moaned out. He pushed me back onto my bed and leaned up, throwing my leg over his shoulder and pistoning into me. I gripped the sheets in a vice grip. He was so deep. “Shit I don’t think I’d ever pull out anyways.”

His breathing was ragged, and I looked up at him with cloudy eyes.

“The fuck you mean -aah!” I cry out feeling my body moving up and down with his thrusts. I noticed the dark look in his eyes as he stared down at me almost like he was looking into my soul.

“I’ll keep ravaging your body, coating your puffy walls with my cum over and over until you realize that you belong to me!” he snapped his mouth coming to take my toes into his mouth sucking and rolling his tongue over my digits. I groan feeling my body tremble from his words.

“Kyo- please! Don’t talk like that!” I beg. Not only did his words arouse me, but I was also refusing to see it further than just pillow talk. I won’t give myself to one man!

“Why not? Do my words turn you on more? Your pussy is gushing now! I think you want me to keep claiming you!” he pants raggedly, his hip movements became ragged faltering some and his eyes shut tight. “I’m gonna cum.” I whimpered at his words burying my face into the blankets. I feel his fingers come to run sloppy circles around my clit. I yelled out blissfully as the jolts of electricity vibrated through my stomach and into my body. Our moans combined and grew more needy together until Kyojuro finally pushed himself deep into me, holding himself there as he came hard. I felt my walls begin to clench and suction.

“Yeah, that’s right, milk my dick. Take it all.” he said roughly in my ear. He gently humped against me riding out orgasms until he finally collapsed on me. We fell asleep with our heads at the foot of the bed, our own body warmth keeping us comfortable. When I awoke the next morning, my eyes connected with Kyojuro’s skin as he held me close. I let out a breathy sigh.

“Fuck…”

The weekend was spent with all of Kyojuro’s friends coming over and hanging out. I felt suffocated by them since they wanted me to hang out with them as well. I felt it would make things too awkward if I decided to just distance myself now. It was best to wait until school started.

I went to our school’s student service lounge where those who were in student housing went to pay bills or ask for help. I approached the young man at the desk.

“Hi. I was wanting some information about changing to a new student apartment?” I asked. The boy pushed his glasses to his face.

“Okay so usually, our policy is if you want to swap apartments you have to wait until the new semester.” he said. I winced.

“What if it’s an emergency. Something is going on with my roommates?” I asked. I felt a pang of guilt making it seem like Shinobu and Mitsuri were the problem. The boy nodded.

“If that the case, you can go online and submit an urgent student transfer request.” he said moving to write some information on a piece of a paper and hand it to me. “This is where you can go on our student portal to fill it out. Someone will reach out to you in two to three business days about the transition.”

I nod in thanks and turn moving down the hall and tucking the piece of paper in my pocket. As I made my way down the hall, I suddenly feel a soft slender hand snap over my mouth and before I know it I’m pulled inside one of the study lounges. The door is closed and I look over to see Makio and Suma holding my arms and Hinatsuru’s hand slid off my neck. But what really freaked me out was Tengen sitting across the room in the dark like a damn bond villain.

“What the hell, guys! You scared me half to death!” I replied only to feel Makio’s hand roam over my body as if patting me down. “Hey! What the hell!”

Her hands distracted me from Suma’s hand in my pocket which made me gasp as she pulled the note from my pocket. She moved over to Tengen and handed him the paper. I winced as theremaining girls stepped away from me.

Tengen took the paper and looked at it before he leaned forward with a smirk standing up and approaching.

“Thanks girls. Why don’t you give me and Yara a moment alone so we can talk.” he said. The three women smile and each one pecks him on the lips before leaving. I watched in confusion as Tengen now approached looming over me, his hand crumbling up the piece of paper. I was tense at the motion and look up at him as he looked at me with almost disappointment.

“You’re trying to move out of your apartment, Yara? That doesn’t seem like you. Did you and Shinobu and Mitsuri get into a fight?” he questioned. This guy knew nothing about me! I just cleared my throat and looked away not liking his large stature looming over me

“It’s none of your business Tengen.” I said. I feel his hand grip my cheek and force me to look at him.

“Oh? It’s my business when our girls are fighting to the point you want to move out” he said. I wince against his hold trying to push his chest off me.

“Who do you think you are! Let me go or I’ll scream-” I then feel a tight hand around my throat, and I gasp, my entire body freezing up as his dark eyes loomed into mine.

“I assure you screaming will not help you in this case.” he said darkly. Now fear spread over my face and before I knew it, I was face down into the table with his hand firmly on the back of my neck. I whimpered feeling completely paralyzed under the strength of his hand. I feel his other hand on my hip raising my bottom up. “So here’s how it’s going to go? You’re going to answer my question and the longer you take to do so, the more things I’m going to do to you.”

“What- aah” I yelped as I felt his hand smack my right ass cheek.

“I like the way you moan Yara…” he said. Oh I know he was not doing this right now! I feel his hand move around to the front of my pants, unbutton them and unzip them.

“Tengen stop!” I said in panic as his hands begin to pull them down. Suddenly the door opens, and I gasp, wondering who was coming in.

“Oh, good we’re right on time.” Obanai?

My chest tightens as I notice Obanai and Giyu moving around the table, and I shiver hard.

“Wouldn’t want to miss the interrogation.” Giyu said. Was that excitement in his eyes. It was brief but I definitely saw it. I feel Tengen’s hands gently began to rub over my now semi bare ass cheek. It was gentle and sensual.

“Listen Yara, we care about Kyojuro and we know he cares about you. It just seems you need some convincing that we all care about you too.” Tengen said warmly.

“You can’t be serious.” I whispered.

“Like I said… the longer you take to answer my questions the more things I’m going to do to you.” He reminded.

This isn’t happening… THIS ISN’T FUCKING HAPPENING!

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I'm trying to decide if i should hold back in the next chapter or just rip the bandaid off and go all out.

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asirensrage · 2 years ago

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Treating You Right - Tengen x you x Kyojuro oneshot

Title: Treating You Right Rating: Explicit Fandom: Demon Slayer Pairing: Uzui Tengen x Female!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro Warnings: Smut. Threesome. A bit ooc. Unbeta'd.

Summary: Modern!AU. “Come out with us, princess. It'll be the flashiest night of your life."

Notes: This is based on this post with @comatosebunny09. It turned out a bit longer than planned but this might be the first threesome I actually wrote in detail. I hope you like it. It was fun (and potentially left open for more...). As usual, undescribed/unnamed female reader.

You remember the first time you met them.

You were introduced at a party that one of your friends had dragged you to. You had gone to the kitchen to grab a drink and accidentally walked into a wall. Well, it was less of a wall and more of a man who was built like a brick house. Your mouth dropped open as you look up at him to apologize. He grinned at you and said something like “if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.” Next thing you knew, he had an arm draped over your shoulders as he led you around to introduce you to the people you didn’t know at the party. Including Kyojuro.

The three of you became fast friends. You were often invited to parties or to join them when they went out. Sometimes it was a whole group of people, sometimes it was only the two of them, and sometimes just one of them. It was nice to build that rapport, to gain those friendships. So you’re not entirely sure when everything changed.

Tengen has his arm around your shoulders, his side pressed up against yours as he pulls you close. He leans down, nose brushing your ear. “Come out with us, princess.”

You roll your eyes but don’t move. You like being close to Tengen. He makes you feel small and safe, especially when he’s doing things like this. “I go out with you guys all the time,” you say.

Kyojuro is standing before you both, watching with interest. “That is not what he means,” he says, grinning slightly when you look over at him.

“You know we’ll treat you right,” Tengen adds. You try to ignore how your stomach flutters at the promise. They’re both incredibly attractive and you have no idea why they keep pushing for this. They could have anyone they want but they’ve focused on you and part of you wonders if it’s just a game, if they have some unwritten contest to see which one of them will win your attention.

“We will!” Kyojuro says, eyes still on you. He steps forward slightly, reaching for your hand. “Let us show you how you deserve to be treated.” He lifts your hand gently, turning it before leaning forward to kiss the center of your palm. Your breath hitches at the gesture and from the way he smiles, you know he heard it.

“It’ll be the flashiest night of your life,” Tengen says, lips brushing against your jaw.

“Nights, Ten,” Kyojuro corrects. He lowers your hand but doesn’t release it. His eyes meet yours. “As if we would stop with just one.”

You blink, suddenly realizing that your assumptions might actually be wrong. “What?” You swallow tightly, suddenly all too aware of the men around you. “You…both? Together?”

“I think we broke her,” Tengen teases.

“No, I just…I thought it was a game?”

Kyojuro frowns at the admission. “A game?”

“That wouldn’t be very flashy of us,” Tengen says. You can practically feel him looking over at Kyojuro. “Right, Kyo?”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Kyojuro steps forward so that you don’t even have to reach to touch him. His chest brushes against yours. “Will you let us take care of you?”

Tengen kisses your neck and you can’t stop the shiver that runs through you at the feeling. “Come on, princess. Say yes.”

You take a deep breath, wondering if you’ll regret this but then you feel the heat of Tengen’s body against yours and you meet Kyojuro’s eyes and the only thing you can say is “yes.”

Kyojuro’s hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your skin before he leans in to kiss you. Your eyes close as his lips meet yours. The kiss is gentle, almost as though he’s afraid that anything more might frighten you away. Tengen moves from your side, stepping sideways so that your back is pressed against his chest and his hands press into your hips. Kyojuro steps to you until you're sandwiched between these men.

You feel completely surrounded and impossibly small but all you can focus on is where their hands are touching you and the way Kyojuro is kissing you. The kiss breaks and a hand tilts your head up and slightly to the side. You open your eyes to see Tengen’s warm gaze looking down at you. His eyes are a dark red and he seems completely satisfied as he takes in your expression.

“That’s a good look on you, princess.” He leans down and captures your mouth with his. His kiss is hard and demanding, drawing you further into him. You feel his smile against you when you make a sound that’s a cross between a sigh and a higher-pitched short whine as Kyojuro kisses your collarbone before he stops.

“Perhaps we should take this elsewhere,” Kyojuro says, his voice low. Now that they’ve started, you don’t want them to stop.

Tengen pulls back, but he doesn’t let go. “You’re right. My place is closest?”

“What do you think, sweet thing?” Kyojuro asks. “Or would you prefer we take you out? Properly as we should?”

“Home,” you say. “Please? If you don’t mind?”

“Now why would we mind, angel?” Tengen says. “Come, let’s take you home.”

You don’t really remember the drive. It happened, certainly, but both of the men kept trying to keep touching you, telling you how long they’d been wanting this. Tengen cheerfully admits that the first moment you bumped into him, he knew. Kyojuro tells you it was the first time you smiled at him.

They won’t let you linger on the admission.

Tengen’s home is well decorated, with a myriad of colours that are beautifully chosen. It’s familiar but you don’t get a chance to see any of the recent changes he’s made because as soon as you’re in the door, they’re touching you. Tengen pulls at your shirt as he kicks the door closed. Kyojuro undoes his, throwing it to the side before he pulls you into him. He kisses you hard, deepening it to lick inside your mouth and taste you.

You run your hand through his hair, clutching him close even as you shift to give Tengen space to pull off your pants. You know that if you showed the slightest hesitation, if you asked them to slow down, they would stop. Fuck. How did you get this lucky?

Kyojuro breaks the kiss and you lean back into Tengen, closing your eyes as you feel his hands slide up against your skin. You help him remove your bra, uncaring where it gets tossed.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tengen whispers. His hands cup your breasts, thumbs stroking your skin softly. His hands are rough in comparison and he pinches your nipples lightly, plucking at them to see them pucker. “Look at her, Kyo,” he says, looking over you at Kyojuro who is watching intently.

“Indeed,” the golden-haired man says. “Better than we imagined.”

Tengen turns you to face him as he walks you backwards. “I want to hear every sound, princess. Don’t be quiet, okay? Let us hear you.”

Your back presses against the warmth of Kyojuro’s chest. “And taste you,” he adds.

“Flashiest night of my life, remember?” you tease.

Tengen grins. “That’s right. Let’s prove it.”

You move to the bedroom.

It’s easier than you expected to fit between them. Tengen shudders when you scrape your teeth against his jaw or lick at his chest. Kyojuro groans when your fist tightens in his hair and you rock against him.

“Now now,” Tengen shifts you to lie back against the bed. “Let us show you what we want.”

Kyojuro moves between your legs, hands gripping your thighs as his tongue presses against you. Your back arches as it feels as though he devours you, mouthing at your clit as Tengen tells him to keep going.

“You sound so pretty, sweetheart,” he says. “Let’s hear more.” He helps hold your leg in place as Kyojuro adds his fingers, stretching you and curling them in just the right way that has you seeing stars.

Tengen busies himself by kissing you, moving down your neck and sucking marks into your skin. Reminders, you think, of this night. As much effort as Kyo puts between your legs, Tengen spends his on your breasts, squeezing and pinching before soothing the ache with his mouth. The dual sensations leave you breathless and all you can do is hold on to them one way or another.

It’s not long before you break.

They ease up slightly, just enough so that you can breathe and both of them look far too satisfied in your pleasure. You lay there for a moment, mind reeling at what just happened and how good it felt before you move. It’s not just about you, even if they’re insistent that they want to show you how they want you. You believe in repaying the favour.

You kneel, hand reaching for Kyojuro. His breath hitches as you wrap your hand around his cock and you feel Tengen’s gaze as you move your hand slowly before leaning forward. You’re never going to forget the sound Kyojuro makes when you lick him, or the way he nearly stumbles when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. His hand grips the back of your neck, just enough to hold you and help guide you.

You pull back just enough to beg Tengen, “please.”

As you return to Kyojuro and enjoy the sight of him trying not to break as you suck, you feel Tengen’s hands on your hips.

“So wet for us, aren’t you angel?”

“You should feel her–” Kyo cuts himself off with another groan. “So good.”

You moan around him when you feel Tengen’s fingers press into you, as though he’s trying to make sure you’re stretched enough.

“I will,” he says. “Arch your back, princess.”

You do as he asks, as much as you can while still taking Kyouro in your mouth. There’s no hesitation but Tengen angles himself and pushes in slowly. He leans forward, kissing your back as he groans with the feeling of being surrounded by you.

Kyojuro shudders as you moan around him. In the back of your mind, you think it’s a bit funny how you’re all so connected. And then Tengen moves.

He starts slow, allowing you to get used to feeling him. Kyojuro’s hand on your neck helps stabilize you as you submit to Tengen’s ministrations. There is little you can do but give in to the feeling of having them like this, listening to the sounds all of you make.

“Fuck,” you think you hear Kyojuro say. “I’m close.”

You try to reach forward, but the snap of Tengen’s hips against yours makes you falter. He’s kissing the back of your neck, telling you how good you are for them. You belong with them.

“Please,” Kyojuro says. “He’s right��” he groans again. “You’re ours.” You can’t even complain, especially not when he finally cums into your mouth. You swallow without meaning to and both of them somehow seem to notice if the sounds they make are any indication.

Kyojuro falls back, trying to regain his composure.

Tengen takes the opportunity to move you. He sits back on his heels, kneeling on the bed while wrapping his arms under your legs. He holds you up and wide open, maneuvering you with relative ease as he thrusts into you. You can’t do anything but try to hold on you him, one hand gripping the back of his head as you lose yourself in the feeling. Kyojuro watches from his position. His eyes burn into both of you.

You are so close. So close that your legs quake and you can’t help but reach down with the hand not gripping Tengen’s hair to touch your clit.

“She’s so fucking pretty, Ten,” you hear Kyojuro say. You ignore him though, focusing only on the way you feel and how deep he’s in you. You cry out with every stroke until the pressure becomes too much. You reach for something to hold and Kyojuro manages to lunge forward, grabbing your hand. He presses another kiss on your palm as your orgasm crests. Tengen speeds up but Kyojuro is there, taking over to tell you how fucking gorgeous you are, how good you taste, how much they’ve wanted this, wanted you.

When Tengen finally cums, he pulls out just in time. He finally lowers you, releasing his grip on your thighs and if you fall forward into Kyojuro who catches you, neither of them comment on it. Instead, they both move you carefully so that you’re lying down. Their touches are gentle as they stroke against your skin and remind you that they’re going to take care of you.

Kyojuro leaves the room and comes back with a warm and damp washcloth that he tosses to Tengen. He disappears again but all you can focus on is the texture of the cloth against your sensitive skin as Tengen cleans you up and lays kisses in the places he’s left marks. Kyorjuo returns and makes you sit up to lean against him so you can drink the water he’s brought. He also offers a glass to Tengen who downs it quickly. When you’re done, one of them takes the glass and moves it to a side table before they both ease you to lie down. You’re half on Kyojuro who is just so warm and Tengen is pressed up behind you, arm thrown over both you and Kyo. Tengen falls asleep quickly while Kyojuro strokes your arm and kisses the top of your hair. You think you fall asleep first, listening to them breathe.

When you wake up, it’s with the promise of round two with Tengen’s hand between your legs and Kyojuro’s lips pressed against your neck.

“We’re not done, princess,” Tengen says.

“Not even close,” Kyojuro promises.

They weren’t lying. Nothing really changes except that the three of you often end up in one of your beds, you all touch and kiss each other uncaring about who sees you, and they continue to whisper promises that you’re theirs and they’re yours. And if you catch the looks they send each other when they present you with a gift: a pale pink choker that bears their initials, you ignore it. They’ll tell you what they want when they’re ready. They always do.

#smut oneshot #demon slayer #tengen x reader #kyojuro x reader #tengen x reader x kyojuro #uzui tengen x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #demon slayer oneshot

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comatosebunny09 · 2 years ago

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Freak [ Pt. 1 ]

Genres: Smut, Modern AU

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

Musical Inspiration: This entire playlist.

Tag! You're it! @asirensrage @nanaoise08squad @potofstewie @cherryblossomsenpai @yeahitzally @superluckystar @goatman-againstgod

Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outside. Unfettered. Raw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not at all.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro smut #rengoku smut #kyojuro smut #kyojuro x black reader #rengoku x black reader #rengoku kyojuro x black reader #rengoku kyojuro x you #rengoku kyojuro x y/n #rengoku kyojuro #kny x reader #kny x y/n #demon slayer fic

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aimportantdragoncollector · 9 months ago

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Kyo Kara Maoh! is a series that Hisashi and Yoichi would love/hate. Its an anime where a teenager gets isekai-ed into a magical world where is is told he's the reincarnation of the demon king and to help demons wage war on the unmagical humans. It's important to note that the protagonist travels back and forth between the 2 worlds. Later in the series protagonists older brother discovers what is going on and immediately butts in thinking he needs to protect his younger brother. All for One absolutely ignores that the protagonist uses his political position to fight xenophobia and discrimination and that the protagonist accidentally gets himself engaged to another man within hours of arriving to the demon country's capitol whereas Yoichi lives vicariously through protagonists adventures and lives for all of the blatant homoerotic subtext sprinkled throughout the series.

Ya know, just to mix up their fandom fights over Captain Hero. I think AfO would make AU's where the older brother is actually the demon king

Ah, Kyo Kara Maoh, what a blast from my reading past. I can see why you thought of the Shigaraki brothers. They would be writing competing fanfiction. AFO has a monopoly on the dark AUs and Yoichi just wants more romance. If they don't know each other's identities then they will get into social media fights. If they do know, the fights will be even worse.

#All for One #Yoichi Shigaraki #bnha #kyo kara maoh

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tanjir0se · 2 years ago

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What if…I came back, but I came back Wrong…and we were both boys? 😩🥵🙈🙈🔥🔥🔥🔥

Lil recolor of my Everybody Lives AU Kyo…welcome to the chat Demon!Kyo !!

As a demon, traits you had in life are amplified and intensified

In life Kyojuro was passionate and intense. As a demon, his passion has become rage, his intensity an animalistic single-mindedness. Leads him to be incredibly protective of Giyuu. The hatred/rage is turned onto himself, as he hates what he’s become and wants so so badly to find a way back.

His good-natured attitude becomes a tactlessness. Leads him to joke or chuckle at inappropriate times, say things without thinking, and openly flirt with Giyuu while they’re forced to work together

Something within him from life has become obsession…with Giyuu. He’s fascinated by all the little human things Giyuu does like communicate with just his eyes, the way he pulls his hair back, even the way he breathes. He can’t stop thinking about him. All his other new traits make sense but he can’t figure out where the obsession is coming from until he realizes

Oh shit I’m in love with Giyuu

In this AU Kyo was turned into a demon posthumously. So as much as Giyuu agrees that they should fight to find a way to turn him back, a thought occurs: if they succeed in undoing Kyojuro’s new demonic transformation, will that undo his resurrection too?

Can Giyuu stand to lose him twice?

#GOOD MORNING STUPID NATION!!!!! ITS FUCKIN WEDNESDAYYYYYYY #demon!rengoku #kny #rengiyuu #guys this au has been PLAGUING ME #I had to put it on paper or id explode #luckily for my lazy ass I just drew my mans last week so this was easy to spit out #my daily mantra and affirmation is if demon bad. WHY👏��SEXY👏🏻???

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babbiweeb · 2 years ago

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it's always been you-kyojuro rengoku

(anime in gif:unknown)

tw:arranged marriage, short mention of abuse (shinjuro rengoku)

initial tags:pre-established reader background, kyojuro rengoku, female reader, demon slayer:kimetsu no yaiba, kyojuro rengoku lives au

genre:romance, slow burn (attempted), angst (if you squint. maybe?)

story playlist:

let you break my heart again-laufey ft. philharmonia orchestra

here with me-d4vd

in the embers-sleeping at last

tv-billie eilish

i’m with you-vance joy

authors note:the last few days have just been filled with so many potential ideas that i haven't exactly fleshed out (yet). today is the day i (hopefully) feed my moots with more kyo content! talk to you later! enjoy!

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Morning breaks as it brings a sheer glimpse of hope for the new day. The first rays of subtle light pour into the windows of two separate bedrooms. The marriage of two young souls illuminates in such a way that would shock many. Two bedrooms across from one another. One holds the secrets of a man who is shrouded in complete mystery. While the other, holds the heart of a woman who yearns for more.

They married in the fall with hopes that in the upcoming new year, a child would be conceived. However, the pair still hadn't even shared their first kiss. A marriage with an empty marital bed and empty hearts. A constant reminder of what was always meant to signify their relationship-

Simply an arrangement.

Walking along The Flame Estate halls, a woman of poise and grace emerges. You would expect nothing less from such a woman born into such prominence. Perhaps this is what annoys him? Perhaps she is overwhelming while in his presence? For over a year, each conversation they surprisingly had was always filled with slight tension. As if her mere existence brought pain to the man of the house. She never understood why, her mind just filled with constant doubt-

”Why marry someone you don't entirely agree to?” ”How can one hate me so much?”

Her thoughts echo throughout her mind. Despite this, she is determined to remain by his side. Playing the role of his perfect wife-

Because while he would never admit it…you are the perfect wife.

You are perfect for him.

My mind races as I walk towards our kitchen. My fingers trace along the hem of my robe, before finally grabbing hold of the soft fabric. Ruby red that compliments my delicate skin-the red boosting the radiant fire within my heart. I was a fool to think this would catch his attention. Nothing seems to ever do just that. Oh how I wish to be more than just strangers.

Breathing deeply, I prepare a few bowls and place them on the countertop, careful to keep the noise to a minimum. However, before losing myself, he makes his presence known. At this moment, I take time to watch him. Pulling a chair out from the dining table, he takes a seat.

“Good morning Kyojuro! Perfect timing, I was just about to start breakfast!”-I spoke with a familiar fondness. I can’t help but crave for more, my voice makes that abundantly clear.

A grunt of satisfaction for my duty leaves his lips. As if this is my queue, I begin to cook-

All for him.

His father was estranged for a time from the young boys of the home. Senjuro, being the youngest, had a hard time remembering his mother. As if the young boy couldn't go through any more hardship, his father grew distant and abusive after her passing. Though, from my understanding, the relationship between the three grew recently.

Kyojuro, after dancing with death, had survived the events of The Mugen Train. The battle with an upper moon demon had changed his heart according to many. During his recovery however, the light grew brighter on the other side. While he lost the battle, he gained what their dear mother would have wanted.

Now, though not officially retired, he still takes on light missions to remain active duty. I never pried where I felt I couldn't, at least…not to him. His father approached my family over a year ago, believing marriage would help ease his eldest son into a more relaxing life. I was deemed the perfect match for such an outstanding man. A young woman who was raised in the same prefecture as the Rengoku family truly would have been the ideal fit-

If only he had seen it sooner.

Serving his breakfast on a tray, I place it in front of him as he sits patiently at the table. I took the time to make his favorite. Most mornings, while he never explicitly said, I cook his breakfast and excuse myself.

“There you are.”-I speak softly with a hint of disappointment. The same disappointment he is far too familiar with.

“Thank you Y/N”-He spoke,

Kyojuro didn’t know what was wrong. Thoughts running wild as he catches her every movement. The sunlight that grows and pours into the window captures her skin beautifully, illuminating her purity. He looked down at the tray as he caught that familiar sense of tension, though it seems as if it isn't as prominent this morning. His heart feels warm.

“You’re welcome Kyojuro”

“Please let me know if you plan on leaving for duty today…I will pack your things.”-

Her voice was alluring, even with the slightest hint of sadness. Kyojuro watches intently as she removes her apron. Her kimono underneath is now on full display.

“You are gorgeous. You always inspire awe within me.”*-His thoughts ran.

“I-I…-He stayed quiet for a brief pause. He was about to ask you to stay. To not leave him, for once. He wanted to ask you to stay by his side until he left…but he knew he couldn't-.

“I’ll be going out for a mission today”-He tried to ignore the sadness growing on your supple face.

Before leaving, Y/N looks into his eyes with a softened gaze. Her words flowing freely-

“O-Oh…a mission? Again? I-I mean of course! You are The Flame Hashira! I will pack your things right away! When will you be leaving?”

With a sigh, he responds.

“Within the hour.”

“I see. Well, if you’ll excuse me”-

Another day without him. It seems this is all we are meant to be. Two people sharing one roof without any love.

Walking to the back of the Estate, I enter his own bedroom. Immediately, I pack all while my eyes trail to his room. His unmade bed with blankets teasing the floor.

“Such a large bed…and yet we don't share”-I thought as my hands placed firmly atop his bed. My fingers trace his sheets. The bed smells like him-I like it. I wish we could be more. I wish he would try.

Eventually, I grow weak with emotion-I find myself sitting on his bed, caressing what little bit of him I can have.

Kyojuro-

The developing feeling of warmth quickly becomes bittersweet. My mind fills with thoughts of her and grows immensely each time we meet. The past year has been difficult for us both, moreover, it has been incredibly unfair to her.

Growing up, my parents loved one another deeply. Their electrifying love inspired me to find something similar-

“Will I ever have love?” “Of course sunshine–you’ll never be alone.”

I haven’t even touched my food. The food she made. My thoughts became too overwhelming-

“So much for ignoring my feelings.”

Soon, I get up from my seat and slowly find my way back to my bedroom. She’s there, I know it. She’s in my bedroom, taking care of me even if we live separately.

Quietly, I round the corner nearing my room. I don’t want to startle you. Entering the cracked door, I see you running your fingers through my sheets.

“My body is stiff, why? My cheeks are hot? Why?”

I can feel myself growing, almost…jealous? Why am I feeling this way? Taking a deep breath, I speak-

“Y/N? What are you doing…?”

An audible gasp leaves her beautiful lips as she frantically finds her own words. Something about losing her train of thought? How cute-

Y/N-

“I-I finished packing y-your bag!”-My voice is frantic as I slowly approach him with his belongings in hand. Slowly, I bite my lip, nervously attempting to rationalize my desire to be close to him. I want to be husband and wife. But it’s clear he doesn't feel the same.

Kyojuro was silent for a moment. Although, I would take his silence over his single word any day. A single word that further sends me down my own spiral.

“...Okay.”-He speaks.

As I stand a mere few feet from him, I hold out his bag and keep my head low. The embarrassment is all too much for me to handle. A sigh releases from my mouth-

“I-I know you don't like me, and it seems that you never will. I’m sorry for pushing the boundaries this morning.”-Without looking up at him, I walk past him and out the door. My heart stings ever so faintly at the prospect of such a sad excuse of a marriage.

For a moment, I felt the release of tension. A pause that abruptly ended as the sound of movement echoed behind me. My wrist turns hot as I feel his hand wrap around me.

“Wait”

This is the first time he’s touched me. The warmth of his hand travels down. His fingers lace with mine perfectly. The calloused hands signify the hardwork and dedication he carries with him. My heart skips one, two, three, maybe four beats-

“...I…I don't dislike you-”

That came out awkwardly, and I think he noticed. His hand shakes slightly. This innocent touch was enough to make me do the same.

“I don't dislike you Y/N.”-While the facade of confidence stuck out like a sore thumb, his awkwardness was rewarded by my own delicate smile. My body straightens as I look into his eyes. Slowly, he starts to shy away.

“O-Oh I see…”-I whisper softly as I relish in the feeling of our warmth combining.

“Kyojuro? T-Thank you for telling me that.”-Hesitantly, I removed my hand from his. As I walk away again, I whisper.

“You should get dressed. You must leave soon-your mission? Remember?”

With this, I begin to calm myself from such a high. A simple touch from him is enough to send me over the edge. He’s never been so forward before. We’ve never touched each other before. I can’t help but feel…happy.

Kyojuro-

Shocked. I couldn't grasp the sudden quick action I had just taken. I can’t stop the way my heart is racing. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I can’t do this to her. But what if? What if I had one more touch? What if I hugged her? To feel her frame against mine? To feel what they had? The idea of being alone never worried me. I was always confident love would find me. Now…I fear for my future. Simultaneously, I’m bringing her down with me-

Confused. I enter back into my room, sliding the door shut. My hand still has her lingering warmth attached to it. My lips curve into a smile as I begin to feel euphoric. The emotion she brings out of me makes me feel like I still have a chance to earn her affection. Those few seconds when I touched her hand, and that smile that appeared subtly on her face.

I didn’t realize this at first, but my heart yearns for more. I want more of this.

I want her. I do.

As the morning continues to build within the home, the once apparent loveless void is finally growing. The cracks in the foundation being nurtured with the first touch of romance. Suddenly, being apart for now doesn't seem all that bleak.

Y/N silently sits by the open deck. A book in hand as she awaits her husband. Though, she fools no one. She wears her heart on her sleeve proudly. The flush in her face never fading as a certain glow fills her to the brim.

Y/N-

Moments pass and soon, the faint sound of his door sliding open and shut can be heard. While the thought of him sacrificing himself weighs heavily on my heart, I can’t help but feel honored to be by his side. As Hashira, he is responsible for our safety. He dedicates his entire being to protect the weak, and this is just one of the many traits I fell for. His manhood is defined by protecting those that deserve to lead simple, full lives. Yet, there is a part of him that remains gentle.

“I’m ready, Y/N.”

As those words ring in my ear, somehow, I feel different. My lips release a soft hum as I slowly stand from my spot. Book in hand and feet moving, my fingers brush against the spine nervously.

“So that you are…”-I smile to hide my growing disappointment. The last thing I want is for him to view me as a sad burden. He has gone on many missions since we were wed. Most of them lasted longer than a week! But this? This time it’s different. Our hands touched, and we held each other for just a moment. We had shared the first blossom of a new found bond. Just once, just for a moment, I finally felt as though we were meant to be.

“How long will you be away this time?”

To my surprise, he smiles as his voice becomes bright-

“Just a day. I’ll be back tonight…Y/N.”-Just like this. Every time he leaves, we remain in this dance. Almost as if we both have more to say. But, that’s impossible-he still doesn’t see me as his wife. Biting the plush of my lip, I nod my head as my words fail me for now.

He’ll be back tonight. This is enough to bring me some comfort-

Kyojuro-

As we sit in a short, yet peaceful silence, our eyes meet. Words no longer deemed necessary. Taking one last glance at her, I grab my bag. My lips relax as my smile begins to fade-

Content. It has been such a long time since I felt this liberated. She makes me feel as though I am more than capable of letting go.

Reaching the edge of our back garden, my hand goes for the latch. Almost gone-until she calls out for me. As I stop completely, I turn around and meet her gaze.

“Yes, Y/N?”

Once more, the air grows thin as I feel entirely lifted. Two simple words that I’ve heard over and over again. But this time, it’s different. The subtle desperation in her voice send tidal waves of emotion to overflow within me.

“Be safe.”

I have nothing to say. Nothing seems to be enough. I can’t help but just simply stare back into her eyes. The same eyes that I have come to adore so much. Everything about her makes me feel…oh so many things. I’m supposed to leave now…but would it be so bad to stay? Would it be so bad to hold you close? Her words. Two simple words drive me crazy. They make me feel as if all that truly matters is…your love.

“I will…”

I finally said.

The hours for each of them had played out differently. For Y/N, her morning had quickly gone. Her morning after he departed was spent taking care of the home. Every detail must remain unchanged and perfect. Perfect for him. She never minded all the housework-

“Always a pleasure to take care of the man that provides for me”-

Despite the relationship, Y/N had always found herself taking care of their every need. Including taking care of his father and brother. Senjuro had grown quite close with Y/N. Always wanting to be near the pair, and each time he visited, Y/N could not help to wonder when it would be her turn to experience motherhood. A woman with big dreams, yet grounded to the prospect of having her own family. Senjuro truly fueled her passions.

Ruka would be proud.

For Kyojuro, time slowed. His mission sent him off to a nearby village. Sightings of a low ranking demon lurking within the shadows. Thankfully, during the report, Kyojuro was relieved to find out there hadn't been much damage to the community. As always, he is still determined to fight till the bitter end.

The wonders of her plagued his mind. But, he did not mind it. In fact, he welcomed his emotions to take over his mind. How could he let her roam this life alone for so long? To be married but not welcomed? The never ending fear of leaving someone behind due to his responsibility conflicts with his true feelings.

“I could not forgive myself if I left her alone”-

Dancing with death truly changes a person.

Kyojuro-

Home. That’s what I see. The sun is setting behind me as I clutch my bag tightly. My nerves begin to rise the closer I get to home, to her. I wonder what she’s doing? Is she resting? Have I crossed her mind today? Perhaps she thought of me as I did her? Everything I felt then, I crave to feel again.

As I approach our Estate, my feet begin to pick up the pace slightly. The excitement grows as I shed away the feeling of secrecy. To fall for her is my greatest pleasure. I just hope she accepts.

Just then, a shadow passes in front of a window. It’s her. She’s pacing back and forth, seemingly frantic. A small chuckle escapes my lips. She seems nervous. Reaching our gate, I haven’t once left her. My eyes feel full as I watch her every move. I can't help but stare.

“Y/N?”-Calling out to her as I enter our home, she stops in her own tracks.

“God she’s radiant”-

Y/N-

Just then, a familiar voice echoed, my lips curving slowly. There he is, my husband. His uniform is slightly dirty and wrinkled. His hair flowing down behind his broad shoulders. His face was soft despite the hardships of the day.

He doesn't seem injured! No blood, no scratches! Good.

Walking towards him, now standing a few feet in front of him, my eyes finally reach him.

“Welcome home Kyojuro.”-My voice is soft and gentle as I take in him completely. A certain fondness hidden within my demeanor. His eyes stare back at mine as we take in each other's peace. He took a step closer now-

“Y/N.”

Nervously, I stutter. The way his smooth voice says my name brings joy to my full heart.

“K-Kyojuro! H-How was your mission? Was it successful?”-Shyly, I begin to fidget with my hands, a nervous tick.

“Yeah, it was. And now, I’m back home safely.”-Home? Home? He’s inching closer now. His warmth reaches my core as his arm reaches forward. He looked at my hand briefly. He’s never been so close before. I’m enjoying every moment with him, however I can't help but feel myself slowly shy away. To spend an entire year with my husband, and not have any form of contact, to then suddenly be given a bit of affection? How strange?

“May I…hold your hand?”-My ears ring as I flush red. As if we could just simply ignore the sudden call to such intimacy, I attempt to change the subject. Poorly might I add.

“I-I’m glad to hear it! Oh! Before I forget! I-I made you a small dinner. You must be hungry!”-Biting my lip, I await his reply. I do not know if this is okay for us to do. This all feels so foreign.

Kyojuro-

Inching closer to her, allows me to feel her warmth. Her being captivating me as I look at her soft supple skin. Her small hands that work tirelessly for me. My lips curve before I can even think. To hold her hand would be a divine pleasure I would love to indulge in. A simple touch. That’s all I ask.

My shyness is killing me, but she shamelessly makes me weak and brings me to my knees. An uncharted wave of feeling that I want to explore with only her.

“Changing the subject? How cute.”-I thought.

“Thank you, I definitely am hungry…”-For just a moment, I tease her with a bit of relief. A pause allowed me to capture her once more. Her lips. The temptation becomes my downfall as I feel myself grow impatient. I want to hold her hand–so, so badly.

“Hold out your hand, Y/N.”

An audible gasp escapes as her cheeks glow a faint pink. A small simple word melts me-

“Y-Yes…”

Her delicate hand lifted in front of me as her eyes shone with anticipation. She’s eager. This is everything I had imagined about. Soft, puppy love taking hold of us, finally. My calloused hands reach for her, as we meet, I smile. A true, genuine smile. One that signifies my readiness. I want to fall for her-

“May we walk together?”-There is nothing else on my mind but you.

Y/N-

“A walk? B-But your dinner? It’s getting late Kyojuro!”-My blush deepens. I can feel it. His hand squeezes mine slightly. This affection he is granting me–everything I have been craving for is finally mine. He finally sees me.

He wasn't listening to you. He couldn't bring himself to hear your words. Your lips, your soft and delicate hands. He wanted nothing else than to just have your company. The bright smile creeping on his face told you enough.

“Let’s just walk, just for a while”-With his words came a sudden rush of pure euphoria. My shy skin sheds as my comfort grows. He is all I need. And I’ll be damned to lose this opportunity. He is mine. I simply nod my head as he takes the lead. Time had slowed as he took gentle care of me. Our garden being the perfect spot for a time such as this. The moon is now rising as remnants of the sun slowly disappear.

The long silence, while calm and inviting, breaks as we make time to sit side by side.

“Y/N…”-His voice trails before he lets out a short sigh. His body shifts as he turns to face me. His knee brushed against mine. Yet another foreign touch-

“...why haven't I held your hand until now?”-His question stumps me as I look up at him. Could he be genuine? Shall we take the next step and break these walls? To be honest and undone?

Making up my mind quickly, I speak in a hushed tone.

“I-I do not know Kyojuro. Your mind is a mystery I’ve wanted to explore for a while. However, you're not alone…”-I pause to catch my nerves. My words carry me as my thoughts try to catch up.

“I’ve spent many nights wondering why we are the way we are. You have brought me a great sense of relief asking me such a simple question. Thank you.”

The sound of the night beginning to fall upon us amplifies as the silence becomes apparent once more. Flickers of light begin to pop like small fireworks. Lightning bugs surrounding the nearby shrubbery. The sound of rustling brush fails to hide the feet of critters passing through. Oddly enough, I feel no tension. The air is clear and so is my mind.

His hand squeezes mine as if to let me know he’s still here. Right by my side.

“O-Oh…you’re welcome. I-I feel as though I really didn't do much. In fact, I know I haven't done much…”-His voice lingers for a bit before continuing his train of thought out loud.

“This marriage must have been difficult for you. I’m not exactly a man that you would be proud of.”

He’s right. This marriage has been difficult. I had such expectations for us. I fantasized endlessly during the weeks leading to our wedding. I always chalked up his cool demeanor as just nerves. Though, my dreams finally broke apart the evening after we had announced our nuptials. The heartbreak I felt gradually took over, until eventually, I allowed myself to get lost within my own marital duties. That was all I had. Although, the Rengoku family as a whole still welcomed me and made me feel somewhat comfortable. His father kept reassuring that his son's behavior truly was out of the ordinary. Being a veteran to the corps, Shinjuro understood all too well the pain his eldest son felt. Shinjuro suffered just as much-

“Just give him time, he’s been through hell and back. This second chance has been granted to him while feeling as if he isn't deserving of such a thing.”

“Kyojuro, you may not be the husband you expected yourself to be. But please, do not cut yourself short. I am still proud of you. You are a man worthy of praise and admiration. You have been blessed with the perseverance of a true warrior–your mother would be proud.”

Treading lightly, I speak from my soul. I’ve waited an entire year to finally have a moment to share with the man I married. His father shed well deserved light on the hardships of their livelihood. Shinjuro lost his wife to terminal illness. Losing the spark to his flame, he burnt out. Turning to alcohol as a way to temporarily forget his pain. Senjuro grew up having only faint memories of their mother. His brother, having to sacrifice his own youth to raise such a gentle boy. Regardless of such tribulations, I firmly believe Ruka Rengoku would be immensely proud of her son.

I am wholeheartedly proud of him.

Slowly, my gaze returns to him. Not knowing what to expect, I began to admire his eyes. His eyes filled with a spark I had never seen before. Wide and bright, I smile softly as my eyes soften. This is all I need. His attention directly focused on only me. As if I am the only woman in the world.

Time is frozen as the two share a slice of heaven on Earth. At this moment, Kyojuro had finally seen Y/N in all her glory. Reminisce of his mother found in her. The woman he had neglected had given him yet another chance to prove himself worthy of her love. They are absolutely smitten.

Kyojuro-

Her words tug playfully at the strings of my heart. She’s delicate and careful with me. She doesn't see my behavior as something to fear. She sees the man crying out for something, someone–she sees me. My waterline stings painlessly as I feel the flow of water. Looking at her, keeping her hand within mine, I can’t help but feel seen. The soft curve of her face that carries the many expressions yet to discover. Her lips curve into a smile that I never want to fade. The bridge of her nose that my eyes follow to meet her caring gaze.

You are so beautiful-

“Y/N? C-Can I ask you something?”-With a smile, all I have now is the aching thought of her lips against mine. I don't know where to go from here, all that is certain is that I crave her more. She is my undeniable cure to my own loneliness–I’ll be damned to ever let her go. Without hesitation, she speaks-

“Y-Yes! Of course”-Our faces close as the setting of such serenity illuminates the ethereal beauty that sits before me. Tightly, I grip her hand and lead her towards my chest, laying her palm flat. My heart is pounding-

“Do you-As the hardest question undoubtedly brings back the tension within me, I breathe in and out deeply before asking. My heartbeat skips as her fingers tease the buttons along the front my uniform-

“Do you…love me Y/N?”

Intimate and vulnerable. How I want to be with her always-

Y/N-

Do my ears deceive me? Perhaps the otherworldly glow of the moon hazes me. No? If that were true, why does he hold my hand against his chest? Why does his heart beat so quickly? Why do I feel so dizzy? So lightheaded…

“I-I am unsure if answering will benefit us in any way…considering the state our marriage is in…”-Taking a deep breath, I lower my head. Looking at my lap, my one lone hand clenched the hem of soft fabric. I feel myself choke up, full from the intensity of such a telling question.

But–

“H-However, if you must know…Kyojuro. I do. I do love you.”-My voice just above a whisper as I close my eyes. My confession out and in the open air. The moon and stars as my witness.

The way his hand slowly lets go of mine, I keep my hand firmly upon his chest just for a moment longer before swiftly reuniting my hands with one another. My body heat rises as I begin to realize how absolutely vulnerable I am now.

“Y/N…”-He whispers my name as he moves even closer. The space between us is almost non-existent. His hand travels up my arm as his finger trails the fabric of my sleeve. Soon after, he reaches the curve of my face. Caressing my cheek gently-A foreign touch welcomed.

“Y/N? May I kiss you?”-His voice melting me once more as a hint of pure love falls from his beautiful mouth. Looking up cautiously, his touch became needy.

“W-What? K-Kyojuro? The sudden shift…the affection? Why now? This isn't like you!”-

As they sit together, the touch of his hand becomes needy as he pulls her close, alluding to his desire. If you would let him, he would love nothing more than to touch your skin all night long.

“Y/N, I’m only doing this because of you. You’ve changed me. Your touch, your skin, your lips–everything about you is a never ending addiction. I’m affectionate because of you.”

My face is filled with anger, confusion, and love. All hitting me at once. My slight anger stemmed from the surprising shift of romance. To have me wait for what felt like an eternity, is truly cruel. My confusion gives me up with the furrow of my brow. Why now? We’ve never kissed, and yet…

“I’ve been holding myself back from you. I was such a fool to treat you so coldly from the very beginning. You deserve a man. If you would allow it…Y/N, I want to be that man.”

And all at once, my doubts and questions fade away from my mind. In an instant, my dreams of being his piece back together. The water that had built along my waterline trickled down in short streams. One tear, then two, now three-

All he could do is just look at you. Every inch of you is becoming more and more addicting. Why hadn't he noticed your beauty before? You made him feel so intense, and yet it took him almost too long to finally acknowledge this love. Dipping his face closer to yours, he wipes your tears as he stays mere inches from your lips.

Kyojuro daring to not move an inch closer until he knows. His eyes peered into yours silently begging for this. And as the angel you have become in his eyes, you had blessed him-

Your lips meet each other as you both close your eyes. The warm, foreign feeling of velvet melting together perfectly brings you both to each other's complete devotion. He kept quiet as he wanted to hear more of that gentle whimper. For once, he allows his heart to take over-

Our lips move in sync as now both of his large hands caress my face. Drawing me closer to him, leaving no room for us to leave. As if I ever would.

The dance we share is more intimate than anything we had ever shared before. Our first kiss together is electric. His soft tongue running against my bottom lip as our continued passion exposes our hidden desires. The sound of almost lewd noises fall from my mouth and pour into his. The crisp night breeze being the only thing that cools me down–chills raising the hairs along my arms. In an instant, he pulls away, whispering against my lips.

“Y/N…”-His hands fall from my face as they drop to hold my frame. His embrace reassuring me.

As I whisper his name back almost breathlessly, I rest my head gently on his shoulder. My face is glowing with love.

“I love you too…”

As if a part of Y/N had already known this, she let out a deep breath of relief. Nuzzling close to him, her face buried into his warmth. You had done something to him truly. Your warmth against his body felt perfect. He couldn't get enough of you, he never wanted to stop having more of you. This was all his soul needed. The beat of his heart now belongs to you.

Their long awaited love now slowly unraveling before their eyes. Neither wanting to ever let go of the pure joy they’ve been blessed with. Kyojuro had finally found the one to set his heart truly ablaze.

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authors end note:not gonna lie, i had such a hard time ending this. i knew i wanted to leave it quite open, (just in case i decide to write a smutty pt. 2 teehee), but whew my head hurts. re-reading, me thinks this is just fluff wanting to be something it's not (angst). oh well, as long as you enjoy it, i’m happi! did anyone catch the callback i did to the infamous kyojuro comic done by @/kammi.lu!? i adore their art omgggg! the rengoku family deserves such happiness. it’s what ruka would of wanted. oh, and i tried switching pov’s. not really sure if i did good. i’m telling you, it’s been so long since i’ve written ficccss! this is harder than i remember! props to the authors that pump out stuff daily! y'all work harder than the devil. okie! goodbye for now! (kyojuro brainrot is real)

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many thank! -babbi₊˚⊹♡

-08/05/23 (my birfday)

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