Ready And Willing

Ready and Willing

One Punch Man (Garou) in your perspective

·✦ Warnings: (TW) + (dirty talk) + (Rough) + (Etc.)

  The night walks home have been rough. My manager changed my shifts to the night and it’s left me to walk through the park alone at almost 1 am.  I clutch my purse as I walk on the dark path.  I heard a shuffle in the trees that startled me to the point I drop my keys. I reach down to pick them up and as I feel a large presence behind me. As I stand I feel a hot breathe on my neck. I turn around and see a large menacing monster breathing hard behind me.

“ what a tasty treat I’ve found.”

I start to slowly back away from the thing.

“ I’m just walking home weirdo bug off. “

He moves in closer. The bug monster stands 7ft drool coming from his clippers.  

“ I’ll walk you home sweetie.”

He moves in closer I start to I turn to make a move but his claw hands reach for me and grabs the strap to my purse pulling me back.

“Don’t make me hurt you!” I yell

I thrash against him before I can react. A whip of wind goes past my cheek and the monster goes flying his body hitting a tree. Blood pools around his face and he lays motionless. In shock I turn to see a man standing in the middle of the path. Black tight shirt rippling muscles and odd pointy white hair.

“Eh- thank you.” I say

Fixing myself picking up my now broken purse.

“ A girl shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” He says and starts to walk the other way.

I scrunch my nose and respond

“ With that logic I shouldn’t do anything.”

He stops and turns around and looks at me. He stares for a moment and struts toward me making me stiffen.  He gets close to my face and examines my body.

“Oi your getting blood on your bag”

I look down a large slice adorned my arm.  

“ fuck”

I get a bit frantic and grab my arm the cut seems deep and there’s a lot of blood.

“ I need to get home, fuck.  Thanks for helping me.”

I turn and hurry down the path he follows behind me. What is he doing? I ponder.

“ you don’t need to walk me home.”

“ oh I think I do. There’s a lot of creeps out tonight and you’re making a pretty path of blood for them.”

I look down at the trail of red behind me.

“ I- I guess it’s fine. I was gonna make some dinner, are you hungry?”

“ eh I can eat.” He says

I smile and continue waking him joining next to me.

“ What’s your name, are you a hero?” I ask

“Smh I’m Garou the monster also known as Hero Hunter.”

I look at him in amusement.

“ ohhh thats you?” I look him up and down

“ You seem pretty young to be beating all those s-class hero’s.”

I’m petting his ego and I can tell he likes it.

“ what can I say I’m stronger than any of those chumps.“

If he only knew I think to myself. I Slow down as we come upon my apartment building

“ This is me.”

He nods and follows me in.

As I walk up to my door I see him looking around as if we’re about to be attacked.

“ You ok Garou?”

“ Yea just making sure.”

I shrug and unlock my door.

“ Not much it’s just me. “ I say and walk in.

I set my purse on the kitchen counter and go into my fridge pulling out what I need to make dinner.

“ do you want pork or steak for dinner.”

He’s just standing In the middle of my living room looking uncomfortable.

“Uh- steak”

He comes to me and grabs my arm his touch makes me feel hot.

“let me clean this up for you.”

“ oh alright thanks. The bathrooms over there.”

I walk in grabbing my first aid kit from the closet reaching up to get it it barley grazing my fingers. I could feel my mini skirt raise as I stretch to reach the cool air hitting my ass.

“ how the fuck did I even put it up there.” I groan.

A hand comes behind me and grabs it with ease. I feel his body push into my back as he does. I can’t lie I definitely leaned into his warmth.

“ oh ”

Garou looks at me then the tub

“ Sit there.” He say plainly.

I sit on the edge of the tub. He kneels down at my level taking out some peroxide and bandages. With no hesitation he grabs my arm and starts to pour the peroxide. I wince a bit but the pain isn’t too bad.

“ you’re lucky you don’t need stitches.” He says eyes still focused on my wound.

“ yea, lucky you showed up.”

I catch him half smile.

He begins to wrap the bandage around my arm the blood has already stopped.

“There all done.”

He gets up I look up at his domineering stature. He looks down at me.

“So… when’s dinner.” His words rock me from my gaze.

“Oh uh I’ll get it started now.” I stand from the tub and headed straight for the kitchen.

I decide on some sautéed bok Choy, rice and steaks for dinner.

I look over at Garou and catch him starring.  

“Garou the remotes right there, you want a drink?”

His eyes perk up.

“ Water?” He says plainly.

I stare back “Come get it then. “

I take a glass and set it on the counter I then open the fridge and take out my brita filter. He pours himself a glass and chugs it like nothing. He pants and starts to fill another glass chugging it as well. I watch in amazement giggling.

“ wow” I whisper

He pounds his chest with his fist and then stretches his arms looking pleased.

“Thanks I was thirsty.”

He saunters back to the couch and I continue cooking.

Slicing the meat and scooping in the rice I layered the meat and placed the bok choy next to it nicely in the bowl.

“ Dinners ready.” I announce

No reply. I turn to say it again and u see he’s laying on the couch asleep. I blush. Am I insane letting this hot stranger in my house, I mean who does this? He looks like he hasn’t had a good nights rest in days. Perhaps letting him have a night on your couch would be a good deed for his heroic act.

I nudge his hard shoulder “ Garou dinn-“

He grabs my hand from his shoulder with a hard grip. I gasp at his quick reflex. He releases his hold and sits up.

“ I’m starving, smells good.”

He gets up and walks toward my small dining table next to my window making it look like a little date. He pulls out his chair and sits pouring himself another glass of water. I join him my mind swimming from his touch not knowing what to say. I’m about to speak when he starts scarfing down his bowl of food.

“Oh it’s kinda hot.”

My comment doesn’t stop him for a second as he continues to ravage his food. I feel my ears get hot and my stomach flutter. Why is this exciting me? I eat while I watch him go over to the kitchen for seconds. He comes back and sits looking at me up and down. He starts taking it slower this time.

“ How old are you?” I ask

“18.” He responds flatly

“ Hah really 18? You look mature for your age.” It’s the muscles I thought to myself.

“ and you?” He asks while taking a bite.

“ I’m 20.”

He nods and keeps eating.

“Garou I don’t know if you have a place but you can crash here if you want for the night.” 

I feel I spoke to eager wanting to get it over with he makes me so nervous. I wait in anticipation for his answer.

“ Yea thanks.“

I beam bright with a smile. Finishing up my food I notice Garou is in his 8th glass of water. I begin collecting dishes and to my surprise he starts to help.I bring the dishes to the sink and so does he.

“ Do you mind if I take a shower?”he asks timidly.

“ Of course not, here.” I go towards my linen closet pulling out a fresh fluffy towel.

“There’s soap and stuff on the tub take your time.” I smile

He just kinda stared at me for a moment. I can tell he’s not used to such hospitality.

With a simple nod and a smirk he turns to the bathroom closing the door. I sigh and return to my dishes.

I’m about done with the dishes when I hear the squeak of the faucet turning off. I wait in anticipation for him to come out but perhaps he’d like some privacy. Who am I kidding. I just want a peek so bad. I feel awkward waiting for him to come out so I decide to change into my pjs. Peeing off the days uniform perhaps I should’ve showered too. I grab a pair of panties, pj shorts and a loose cropped tank top I had. Not wanting to look too revealing but leaving some to the imagination. I hear the bathroom door open. Then my bedroom door starts to turn.

“ Oh sorry I didn’t know where you were.”

He’s just in a towel. In my room. Just me and him.

“Can I wash my clothes do you mind.”

His black shirt and white pants in his hand reaching out to me. I take them still not able to from words.

“ Y-yea I’ll put them in now.” I stutter

I feel the heat of my embarrassment radiating off my skin. I hurry to my washer and dryer tossing in his dirty clothes.

“ It should be like and hour ish. I might have some clothes from my ex that would fit you.”

I go into my bedroom closet fishing for some old sweatpants and a T-shirt. When I get up he’s right behind me. He’s about a 7 inches taller than me making me feel small but in an exciting way.

“ Are these ok? “ my voice comes out in mumbles. He doesn’t say anything just taking the clothes.

He drops his towel and I feel my body go stiff. He starts with the shirt short sleeve black tee putting it on his bottom half still bare. I don’t dare to look just staring at his chest. He puts on the sweatpants one leg at a time. Looking at me he doesn’t look at all phased by his actions. I on the other hand feel as if all the blood in my body dropped to my feet. He puts his hand on my shoulder.

“Thanks cutie.”

With that he walks back over to the couch and lays down.

Im stuck in place still processing what just happened. I clear my throat and get up from the floor to walk to the kitchen for some water. I look at the clock the time saying 11:30. I should probably turn in soon. But how am I supposed to sleep with this man two feet away. I go back into my linen closet and grab an extra blanket. I didn’t have a pillow so I grab him one of mine  

“ Garou here” I hand them to him.

He props the pillow under his head and fixes the blanket. Seeing him so vulnerable I wonder when’s the last time someone saw him like this. He doesn’t say anything feeling its my que to let him get some sleep.

“ Goodnight Garou. “ I say and close my door

I sigh and slide off my shorts and stretch my arms. I should get a cat or something I’m sick of these lonely nights, well I guess tonights not so lonely. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.  How can I sleep how, he’s right outside! I’m just doing him a favor I cant over think this. I turn to my side staring out the window the moonlight kissing my skin. I hear stirring outside maybe Garou is restless too. My body start to drift into slumber when I hear my door knob turning. I whip my head to the door seeing it slowly open. I debate if I should pretend to be sleeping or explore what’s about to come next. I watch him open my door peeking his head in

“ Yo, you awake?” He asks

Propping up I look at him through lidded eyes.

“ I cant sleep, what’s up.” he walks in holding my pillow in his arms.

He tosses the pillow at me and takes a seat on my bed.

“ You’ve been… nice to me, I hurt heros but you don’t seem to care…why?” He asks.

I think to myself again if he only knew.

“Anyone can be a hero Garou it’s about the passion I suppose or maybe it’s the money. I’d say it’s just not that black and white. Perhaps some of this pompous s-class need to be taken down a peg. And from what ive heard you haven’t killed anyone so.”

He turns his head to me looking for a moment before turning his body and getting under the covers.

“Garo-“

I cant finish my thought when I feel his hands on my bare thighs, sliding up my hips and waist.

“You wanna know why I really couldn’t sleep huh?” He whispers into my neck me before leaving a wet kiss he grabs my hips and lifts me up a bit pulling me down underneath him. My brain doesn’t have time to react his mouth still on my neck. My hands travel to his hair gripping as his teeth nip my sensitive skin.

“ Your fuckin pillow smells so ,much of you I couldn’t stop myself from coming in here.”

His hands come up to my chest kneading my breast tenderly.

“ You do this for everyone who saves you huh? You bring heroes back here and show them the gratitude you’re showing me?” He growls

His teeth connecting to my collar bone.

“ Only you Garou, mm” his mouth is sucking my sweet spot my back arches off the bed his hands roaming my whole body. So strong and controlled. How is this happening right now it has to be a dream.

he detaches from me for a moment lifting himself up.

“Come here.” He demands pulling me up into a sitting positing he’s infornt of me his eyes turning feral. His hands come to the hem of my shirt lifting it. Now leaving me in just a skimpy pair of panties.

He looks me up and down hungrily. He grabs my hand and attaches it to his groin, his hard cock underneath.

“ You feel that hm.” He pushes my hand harder his other hand grips my hair tugging my head towards his.

“ Thats all for you, now it’s time for me to be generous ” he says before finally kissing me. His mouth dominating. Mine in the most succulent way. I suck on his bottom lip his tongue dipping into my mouth. He tastes amazing, his hands gripping my waist I cant hold back and moan in his mouth.  He detaches his mouth with a smack of our lips.

“ Mmm, sit on my lap.”

He lifts his body off mine sitting up against the bed frame patting his thighs beckoning me. I sit up and hesitantly mount him. I guess I was taking to long because with an impatient groan Garou grabs my ass pulling me into his lap making me straddle him.

“ Ah- much better.” He says with a smack of my ass making me yelp.

Before I can protest his mouth is on mine again. Both his hands squeezing and kneading my ass while he moved me down into his hips grinding against him. Fuck if it didn’t feel amazing. My head was swimming lost in the kiss when he detached and quickly takes off his shirt. We’re now skin to skin as he pulls me into another kiss. My soft supple breast rubbing against the his hard chest. The heat coming off his body made me swell overcome with him. My panties began to dampen more and more by the minute and he still had his sweat pants on. Groaning I stop,

“ Garou take your pants off too.” I huff

Without a word he lifts his hips shimmying off his sweats. He had nothing underneath forgetting his underwear is in the dryer. His erect manhood springs up making a small slap sound against his tummy.

He looks down then looks up at me with half lidded eyes lust all over him. His mouth is back on my neck his sharp canines digging into my \felsh making me mewl while he adjusts himself underneath me. Moving my ass to grind on his hard cock. My clothed wet pussy rubbing against him he groans throwing his head back and gripping my ass harder bound to make a bruise or two.

“ You’re so beautiful Y/N, tell me how much you want it.” He groans into my ear.

He starts to thrust grinding into my clit I feel drunk off him.

“ Want it so bad Garou.” I feel breathless

He moans at my words flipping us over him now on top in a swift motion I can’t keep up.

“ How are you so strong??” I say dizzily  

He laughs and dips his head down to my chest kissing and sucking at my tender breast my back arching while his hands grip my inner thighs. All of this stimulation body heat and his sexual aroma is becoming overbearing feeling my pussy throbbing for his touch.

I open my eyes and grab one of his hands placing it on the hem of my panties.

“ Hmm eager huh?”

He moves my panties down my thighs leaving me bare to him.

“Ahh you’re sooo wet.”

His fingers find my clit rubbing slow circles his mouth agape, eyes enticed. His hands leave me brining by his fingers to his mouth moaning as he sucked off my wetness.

“ Ohh you’re nasty.” I say licking my lips.

He bites his lips leaning further over me till his mouth is over mine.

“ You don’t even know.”

He tongue is in my mouth I can’t taste myself on his lips as he slowly works his middle and ring finger into my sopping heat. I gasp with approval a big goofy grin on my face.

“ Yeah you like that.” He growls

“ Ah garou deeper mm-.”

I didn’t have to ask twice an evil glint behind his eyes. Pushing his fingers in deep leaving them there for a moment before curling them up. My body is getting hot as he rubs my g-spot that spot I can’t even reach myself. he works them building up a steady pace while his other hand is behind my neck deepening our kiss. He leans back to let me take a breathe. Gasping I look down watching his fingers disappear into my heat over and over again. I feel my band is about to snap watching his biceps flex not missing a beat.

“ Fuck… you’re gonna make me cum  ”

“ Mmm no I’m not.” he responds by taking back his fingers leaving me on edge. I let out a muffled whine almost a cry.

“ Aw don’t worry I’m gonna make you cum.”

He adjust himself at my entrance rubbing my clit with his tip a few times.

“But it’s gonna be all over my dick first.”

He slowly pushes in, he had to be at least 7.5/8 inches. I wince at the stretch grabbing onto his shoulder and back my nails digging into his hard muscled flesh. He bottoms out in me leaning off me and pushing my knees into my chest deepening himself within me. I gasp at the stretch biting my lip to suppress painful whine. I look to Garou and see His eyes are closed tight.

“ I don’t wanna scare you. But I’ve been really pent up. “

He says without looking at me.

“Look at me.” I demand

He opens his eyes looking down at my blissful appearance, eyes glossy, cheeks tinted red, lips puffy and mouth agape. In the moment I’m his and I’ll do anything he wants. The thought almost made him cum right there. But he held back. Slowly he starts to pull out and glide himself back in till your hips connected.

“ Stop holding back Garou. You don’t scare me“

He looks taken aback maybe I shouldn’t push him I don’t know him. Would he hurt me? The unknown is thrilling and I am willing. A moment passed and his thrusts become harder picking up some speed. He leans down to my ear.

“ I don’t wanna hurt you y/n.” He says kissing my ear still keeping a steady thrust.

“ You won’t hurt me please, I need it. “

With that he lifts off me scooping his arm underneath my back flipping me on my stomach. I Yelp at his fluid movements. He grabs my hips lifting them up putting me in an ass up face down position.

“ you asked remember that.”

“Wha-“

He dives in deep poking at my cervix making me clench around him. He starts to pound into me I’m choking out groans and gasps sweat beading at my hair line my body moving with his thrusts. He isn’t holding back anymore feeling his power all over me. I wish I could see him, fuck I wish I had a big mirror in here. I can feel his concentration

The sound of our sweat kissed skin slapping fills my room. I want to turn and look at him but fuck it feels to good I feel cock dumb. He knocks me from my delirium by slapping my ass hard twice making moan. He keeps his rock hard pace I feel him reach around starting to rub my clit I feel my knees start to buckle. I moan into my pillow suppressing the sound. I guess he didn’t like that. Pulling my hair making me arch my back into him Garou scolds me.

“ I wanna hear all your fucking sounds. Let me hear you.”

I’m basically sitting on him he’s fucking himself up into me I feel limp in his strong gasp. Little pants and whines leave my lips but then his hand is on my clit again.

“ You’re gonna make me cum like that.” I moan.

He bites and sucks on my neck his other hand on my breast pinching and slapping.

“Ah Garou “ he turns my head kissing me hard a mind altering kiss that almost made me drool.

Feeing closer and closer I’m clenching around him basically milking his cock.

He grabs my hair pulling my head back talking in my ear

“ Yeah you gonna cum, fuckin cum all over me.” He moves his arm around the middle of my body lifting me up a bit as he speed slams into me rubbing my clit feverishly.

“ fuck don’t stop don- Garou !”

My knees buckle together as I cum all over him leaning all my weight on him he supports my used limp body slowing down his pace but still thrusting. I feel his muscles tighten underneath me before he pulls out cumming on my back. He pushes me to lay down on my belly leaving the room for a moment. I lean my head up with a puzzled look on my face. He comes back in with a small towel in his hands.

“Is this okay?” He asks 

I nod. he comes over and wipes my lower back then himself. I sit up against the headboard feeling spent. Naked I get under the covers looking at Garou who doesn’t seem like he knows what to do next. I lift the blanket and pat the mattress beckoning him and tojoin me. He lays with me also having no clothes on I blush.

“That was a good warmup for tomorrow.”

“ Huh what’s tomorrow?” I question

Looking at me he smiles and says

“ Revenge. “ 

the moment takes a pause of silence. I’m staring at him giddy.

“ Well after your revenge you should come see me for a cool down eh?” I say nuzzling my body into him yawning.

“ Goodnight Garou. “

He kisses my head

“Goodnight y/n.”

By the morning I wake up to him putting on his fresh clothes standing at the door of my bed.

“Oh I didn’t wanna wake you.” He says

I yawn and stretch my arms.

“ Off for revenge huh?”

He rubs the back of his neck

“ Uh yea.”

He walks around the bed to me leaning down on to me.

I place my hand in his cheek staring into his eyes.

“ Please come back Garou.”

He doesn’t make a promise but kisses me deeply our kiss heating up into a make out. I kiss his neck leaving a mark on him. I giggle leaning back smiling at him.

“ Good luck Hero Hunter.”

And with that he gets up looking me over once more and leaves.

I turn back over in my bed lost in the thought all I have of him are the bruises he left on my body. I smile in full content sleep overcoming. I hope I see you soon Garou and I pray you never find out my secret.

𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔

— 𝒕. 𝒖𝒛𝒖𝒊 + 𝒓. 𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒐 + 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒚! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

~~ 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 @touyaspeach ‘𝘴 “𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵” 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣 …

¡! summary: in order to make your anniversary extra special, kyojuro and tengen pick the perfect secluded spot for an evening picnic, all for you…

¡! warnings/notes: chubby + afab reader centered. outdoor sex. picnic sex. groping (consensual). unprotect sex. some breath play depicted. slight breeding. use of pet names ex: doll, sweetheart, baby. threesome. praise. oral (reader receiving). — * anyone under 17 / blank blogs are not permitted to interact.

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Can you do a Kyojuro Rengoku smut story where Kyojuro and the reader eloped?

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A.N.: Hi, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it! This is my first attempt at writing for Kyojuro so I hope I did good! This is pretty long, and one of my requests that took long. I think I have at least 2-3 more like this. But hopefully, I can finish them all before school begins.

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"Stupid boy! How can you associate yourself with such a disappointment of a girl?! Courting the daughter of a crap cook?!" Shinjuro grits, taking a swig of sake and glowering at his son. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing! The liquid burned his esophagus as it ran down his throat, yet with the fury pumping through him, the alcohol did nothing but fuel his emotions. A groan leaves him and he throws the clay container at the slayer, missing Kyojuro's head by a few centimeters as it smashes into hundreds of pieces upon hitting the wall. "Ugh— what a worthless son you are! I can't even count on you to bring honor to this family…!"

Shinjuro knew your family very well and he despised them, especially your father, where even the mere mention of the man's name ignited a strong scorn within the former pillar. Even if he could care less about what his son did, he'll be damned if he allowed his eldest to bring the Rengoku name shame!

"What…?" Disappointment? Kyojuro thought bitterly, frowning. My [Name] is far from that….  

Yet, Kyojuro kept his mouth shut, trying to keep the bubbling anger at bay upon hearing the jibes from the former pillar. If anything, his mother taught him to never disrespect his father and a part of him still wished for his approval. However when Shinjuro continued his slander parade, grumbling about your 'disgraceful' family, dragging your name through the mud, and calling you 'an easy wretch who'd open her legs for anyone', Kyojuro felt his temper snap. It’s one thing to humiliate Kyojuro, but to snub his beloved for no good reason? Kyujuro would not stand for it.

Staring at his father, lips pressing into a tight-lipped smile and a darkened gaze, the man remained seated, seething in his spot whilst he clenched his fists. "Father, as much as I respect you, I cannot tolerate you insulting the woman I love–" Kyojuro could not finish his sentence.

The man cut Kyojuro off with a scoff, pushing himself off the floor, quickly moving onto his feet, and stumbling towards his eldest. Almost as if a firecracker had been lit beneath him, he shook with pure irate, thick brows knitting together, blinded with rage as he raised his hand. "Hah! 'Love'?! You of all people wouldn't know what it is with that thick fucking skull of yours!" Shinjuro grabbed Kyojuro's fiery hair and twisted his golden tresses between his fingers, hauling his son off the ground and flinging him to the floor. He didn't give his son time to react, his foot digging into the man's stomach as he shouts with pure disdain, "You're only nineteen! What the hell do you know about love?!"

"Father, I–" 

Shinjuro cuts his son off, practically spitting every word out in a venomous tone,"Shut up! Leave her! Let that damn girl live her life without you!" Shinjuro spits, the heel of his foot ramming into his son’s ribs,  "Ergh— for once, amount to something and find someone who isn't as worthless and talentless as you! Maybe then I'll finally be proud of a son like you!"

It's been a couple hours since the encounter where Kyojuro finally decided to announce to his father of his courtship to you, believing it would somehow make the older man just a bit proud of him. Perhaps even get his blessing as well! Afterall, the life of a demon slayer is unpredictable and who knows when it will ever be safe for Kyojuro to settle down, if ever. For once, he wants to live a life with you by his side, where he can finally be happy knowing he has a woman like you as his wife.

Yet even as his hopes were crushed, Kyojuro could not get his mind off it all, replaying his father's words over and over again as he made his way back to your home, kicking the dirt as he walked in the night. Shaky breaths left him, still getting heated just thinking about how his father insulted you. How dare he?!

You were one of the most kind and beautiful people he’s ever crossed paths with, truly the most remarkable woman in his eyes. One he does not ever regret meeting . With a sharp wit and strong resolve, you were by far the only other person to keep up with his chittering and bright character, as well as his odd but large appetite. It only spurred his interest in you more. Though the two of you have only known each other for a few months, he knew you were the one he wanted to marry one day. With a heart of gold and talent of ambrosia to cook the most delicious meals, he'd be a fool to let you go so easily.

Even if his father threatened to break you two apart —

"In the morning, I'm going to that damn cook's house and telling the bastard you're courting his daughter. Then we'll see how strong your 'love' is when she's engaged to someone else…"

— Kyojuro would make sure you will stay together. Thus, his own current predicament walking in the fields to the town you reside in. Hearing his father’s threat to break you two apart did dishearten him for a bit, but just the mere thought of surrendering you to another man so easily ignited a strange primal instinct within the man, one that made his chest feel heavy and his stomach twist. If there is any other man out there who dared take you from him, Kyojuro would not give up without a fight. You were his and his alone.

The slayer sucked in a sharp breath and sighed, defeated in getting his father's acknowledgement in your relationship. Then again, your relationship had not been officialized and had been a secret courtship, one that not even his closest friends knew. Yes, Kyojuro did want to announce his interest in you, yet he held himself back.

Part of him feared a demon finding you as a way to get revenge, while the other part of him didn't want to cause trouble for your family. Of course Kyojuro was familiar with the bickering going in-between the Rengoku and [Last Name] families, but he never paid much mind to it. It never caught his attention.

It wasn’t until the pillar stopped by your village to replenish and satiate his hunger, running across the small family restaurant. The name was familiar and he recognized it, though, the reason kept slipping his mind. At the time, only you and your mother were working, and after your mother’s refusal to attend to the man, you took it upon yourself to be a diligent server for the fiery man. To say he was stumped seeing you would be an understatement. 

A warm smile and mellow [E/C] eyes that had his heart thumping wildly in his ribcage, a voice as smooth and sweet as melting honey, a kind yet humorous character that had both of you chittering, stuck in a cycle of endless banter had it not been for your father kicking him out. In short, you left an impression on the man, especially after you gave him an extra order of beef nabe and sweet potatoes, asking him to please visit your family’s restaurant again soon. 

What can I say? The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. And he could not understand his father’s hatred for your family.

And he did visit, numerous times in fact over the course of the year. Kyojuro found himself going to your village to eat after every mission, even taking his brother Senjuro with him a few times to further extend his visit as long as possible. It became obvious to the small boy as he noticed his older brother’s flushed cheeks and change of behavior whenever you came by their table, leaning in towards you and bashfully smiling, not to mention the rain of compliments after every bite. Senjuro felt out of place and could only stare with an awkward smile.

These little visits allowed Kyjuro to get to know you better, from your favorite flowers, to a wish to own a certain article of clothing, or your dream to visit all of Japan one day — maybe even the world. And he hung onto every word as if it were sacred scripture.

To everyone around, it was clear that the man was absolutely infatuated with you. If only you could see it, he thought. 

It wasn’t until your father threatened him to leave you alone was Kyojuro pushed to finally ask for your hand — which you gladly accepted with a smile of glee. With gifts and flowers, the man soon charmed his way to your heart and soon, you just couldn't wait to see him again.

Each night he returned from a mission, you prepared him a bento box and both of you shared it under the moonlight, sitting on the porch of your home or the nearby fields. He would tell you of his battles, chat about his friends, boast about his little brother and so on - it just proved how much of a humble, yet selfless man Kyojuro was and you found yourself falling deeper.

The two of you grew close, closer than he ever anticipated.

Kyojuro would never forget the night he plucked you for the first time, shedding his cloak for you as he laid with you in the fields, declaring his love for you as he sunk deep into your fluttering heat. Your beautiful smile when you said you trusted him, holding his face with your hands and telling him you loved him — the joy he felt that day couldn’t be described by words. The memory made his own body turn mellow, corners of his mouth twitching.

From the praises spilling from his mouth as your hands carved crimson lines to his back, slow heated kisses pressed to your bare neck and soft breasts as he moved with gentle caution, to sharing a deep kiss whilst he spilled inside your womb. Oh, he could never forget your strangled cry as you weakly called out for him, pulling him flush against your body as you came, whimpering and gasping. 

You were his and his alone, the same way he was yours and only yours.

The intimate time he spent with you, he would forever cherish it — even the many nights that followed where you spent in his arms, hands interlocked, and losing yourselves in the rapture of your love. Suitor or Husband, Kyojuro would not dare to treat you as anything less than perfect.

Your courtship would be something he could never regret nor ever stop.

However, Kyjuro paused, stopping in his tracks.  Speaking of, your courtship has been going well and considering the circumstances, it would be time to propose sooner rather than later. Yet, he would not be able to have his own family attend his wedding, the same way you would not be able to have your own parents present. The exchange of rice wine had to be in front of both your parents to be official, but his own father disapproved of you, and your mother and father hated all Rengoku men. 

Tradition had it that a wedding ceremony had to be at a Shinto shrine, maybe a local one if neither one of you could find one, but overseen by a priest — it was all Kyojuro wanted for you. Yet…

Not a lot of priests would oversee a wedding on such short notice, and some did not have a liking to demon slayer. So another dead end there. Racking his brain, Kyojuro still contemplated what you two could do.

Mm, perhaps if he asked Ubuyashiki to officiate your wedding ceremony at a nearby shrine in place of an ordained minister and plead to his fellow pillars to be witnesses to the exchange of rice wine, then you would really have the wedding he promised you one day.

The only choice now was to elope to ensure this would come true before the morning fell and risk losing you. 

Now, all he needed was his bride.

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The chirping of crickets and the breeze of the wind running through the tall grass drifted through the air, the eerie silence of mother nature never breaking even as the soft tapping against your room’s shoji frame rang in the night. Stirring awake, your eyes slowly flutter open, taking a sharp breath at the abrupt disruption to your slumber. The noise came again, the pattering against the paper door pulling you out of your dozy state. 

Odd, who could be out this late? 

Who —

Your eyes shoot wide open once the realization hits you. Kyojuro returned! Sitting up and throwing your blankets off, you crawl quickly to the other side of the room, the dark silhouette of the man lined out clearly against the translucent cover, his hair swaying in the wind. You take a moment to smooth out any stray hairs and take a deep breath.

Shakily, you crack open the divider. Peeking out the door, your face lights up upon seeing the fiery man waiting with a bright smile, his hand mid-air. A twinkle crosses your features as he visibly perks up, golden hues dilating seeing his beloved. How cute.

You did not think as to why he came here nor ponder too long on how late he came to your house, as your heart pounced out of your chest at the mere sight of your suitor and you were more than ecstatic to see him again after so long. "Ah! Kyojuro….!" You squeal as quietly as possible, sliding the door fully open, and flinging yourself to him, arms draping around his neck as he nearly falls backwards with a grunt. For a moment, the thought of your parents slipped your conscience.

Kyojuro leans over slightly so as to let your knees rest on the surface of the porch, avoiding having his beloved strain her body for a simple hug.  “Mm, hello to you as well, my love….,” he titters softly, his smile shifting into a wide grin, regaining his composure and wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing his palm to your upper back. His eyes fall shut whilst burying his nose into your hair and inhaling your honey-sweet aroma. The man’s heart thumped widely in his ribcage and you could feel every beat as it etched a tattoo against your bust. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, basking in one another’s presence as you remained in his warm embrace. The pillar could never get tired of the excitement you greet him with every time you see him, even if it’s only been a couple days since he’s seen you — which is rare— but it might as well have been years. If it were up to either one of you, you wouldn’t leave each other's side for a second.

Pulling away slightly,  your eyes meet his lively gaze, soft fingers trailing to his jaw, and cupping his face, running the pads of your thumb over his cheek bones. He leans into your touch, brows raising in content as he melts into your tender hand. It always made your heart swell when he preened at your attention. Sighing sharply, he places his own palm over yours and engulfs it, giving it a soft squeeze whilst still having a hand planted to the small of your back. This is one of the few things he looks forward to when reuniting with his beloved, craving it nearly everyday.

You hum, nuzzling your nose against his own, pulling a small chuckle from him. He bites the inside of his cheek, blood rushing to his face at the small action. "Kyojuro, I missed you…," you mutter with a slight purr, [E/C] hues boring longingly into his own before fluttering close, shrinking the distance between you two and locking your lips together The man holds your body close, slowly tilting his head and deepening the kiss. A small whimper drummed in your throat, parting your mouth wider and allowing Kyojuro to dip his tongue into the wet cavern, wet clicks drifting into the air. Hearing the cute noises you made had him wishing to hear more, almost enough to make him forget why he arrived here in the first place.

With much reluctance, he pulled away, panting as he murmured with a hoarse tone,  "Ah, we… I must discuss something with you. It’s… it’s important….”

Thrumming, you nod, looking at him expectantly. His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, opening his mouth yet nothing came out. You always made him tongue-tied on its own, but tonight, it was different. He could hardly find the words to bring up the urgent topic, knowing he would go on a tangent and avoid the statement altogether out of nerves. Before he knew it, the words slipped out without a second thought —

"Marry me, [Name]."

"Huh?!" You pushed yourself off of Kyojuro and stared at him in shock, clasping a hand over your mouth. You hoped your sudden outburst hadn't awoken your parents but part of you could not believe what he had asked you. The man did not seem deterred and gently took your hand from your face and joined it with his awaiting grasp, squeezing them tightly.

Rich and lucid hues gazed at you, his features etched with a determined expression, voice low and earnest as he pleaded to you, "Please marry me today and make me the happiest man alive knowing I have a woman as great as you as my wife. " Even hearing it again seemed surreal, but your brain went haywire at the declaration.

"Kyojuro, I… I," you mutter, fumbling over your words as heat rushes to your face, eyes shifting back and forth between his bright golden n' ruby eyes and your intertwined hands. The moonlight poured over you two and for a moment, he seemed to glow, noticing the blush coating his cheeks.

"Let me take care of you, my sunshine…," he begs once more, using the nickname that always had your heart pittering. "You bring my heart much joy and I cannot imagine anyone else to spend the rest of my life with."

Letting his words sink in, you began to wonder about his words. You’ve always dreamt of getting married since you were a small girl, tying the knot with the man of your dreams, and having a large family. He knew that, yes. Yet, as where you were now, the perfect man sat across from you, pouring his heart and soul to you, pleading you to be his wife. Of course you wanted to say accept his offer! But your family — life cruelly had a twisted fate in blessing you with parents that do not want you to waste a single breath on a man who was willing to give you a piece of heaven itself.

Though, for so long, you always did what was expected of you, never what you wanted. And for once, you wanted to control the direction of your life. Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard you and smiled.

You don’t know when the two of you began to kiss, feverishly meshing your lips together in a heated sync as you retreated back into your room, stumbling over your feet as you shared each shaky breath, bodies flush against each other. Stray hands gripped his shoulders, both of you fumbling to strip yourselves of the restricting clothing. Though neither one of you dared pull back, even as the air became scarce, wanting nothing more than to be close.

Slipping his cloak from off his shoulders and tossing it to the side of the room, the man watched as you hastily unbuttoned his uniform, nimble fingers hooking around the waistband of his slacks before unbuckling his belt, pressing a heated kiss to your lips in between. Never has he seen you so desperate, so needy, pawing at his broad chest, running your hands over his muscles and shedding him of his shirt before knotting themselves in his hair. Yet, the way you pulled him close with a harsh tug made his heart swell, knowing you wanted him as much as he wanted you, feverishly connecting your mouth to his.  A string of spit connected your mouths as you parted, your hands still entangled in his locks, breathless and gasping with hazy minds and glazed-over eyes.

Even as he wished for both more than to bury himself inside you, Kyojuro did not wish to hurt you in the midst of trying to remove your clothing in a haste. Tears of pain was the last thing he wanted. Carefully, he peeled away the yogi enveloping your body, shedding away the fabric and revealing the soft skin of your small frame, swallowing dryly. Coarse fingers brush across your exposed skin, pushing the fabric down your arms until it falls to the floor with a soft thump. He followed suit, nudging you backwards until your back met the surface of your futon, his taut frame towering over your feeble form.

As you lay across the cotton sheets, Kyojuro’s eyes roamed your naked form with adoration, drinking in the bare skin of his wife with a newfound elation as you looked like a sinful dream come true. The soft glistening lips of your pussy under the glow of the moonlight looked so inviting, practically dripping in your arousal already, and he could hardly contain himself. The swell of your hips to the plumpness of your thighs garnered his attention, eyes taking in every curve and dip, ingraining each detail into his mind. Seeing his darkened expression, a small smile sets on your lips and you graze the side of your foot to his hips, tapping against his pelvis, and snapping him out of his lovesick trance. Of course, he had more than enough time to stare at you later.

Tonight, however, he intended to worship your body and make love to you.

He placed himself at your feet, running his hands up your smooth skin, and leaving a hot trail in his wake. Shuddering at the sensation of his calloused hands, hardened over the years of training brushing over you now with the intent to pleasure you. Giggling, you clench your thighs together, taking in your bottom lip between your teeth.  Groaning with delight, he nestles his face between your legs, spreading them apart with caring hands, his mouth salivating at the sight of your soft weeping cunt. His heart hammered in his chest, hot breath fanning against your flesh, and his eyes glazed over as he glanced at you. With a grin , he softly presses his lips to your heat, never breaking eye contact as he dips his tongue between your slick folds. 

“Ah…!” You clasp your hand over your mouth, sucking in a sharp breath as he wasted no time to lap tentatively at your cunt, slurping eagerly and licking long, flat strokes from your entrance to your aching clit. You could feel him smile against your heat, amused at how easily you slipped up. Though, you could care less at the moment.

Every swipe of his tongue had you arching your back as he made your lower abdomen tighten, grinding your hips into his hot mouth, moaning pathetically against your palm. Fuck, already the man had you slobbering on his chin, drawing strained cries from you as he prodded heavily and drew deep lines within your folds. You swore you could see the heavens themselves from each tentative lick.

Yet your throaty sobs sent him into a sort of frenzy, spurring Kyojuro on to continue his depravity. The slick of your core had already been coated with your sweet nectar, smearing his lips and becoming drunk on your flavor. Lewd noises trickled from where he laid, wet muscle applying enough pressure to have you writhing. "K-Kyojuro...!" You whine against your palm.

Your free hand finds its way to his sleek hair and knotting into his strands, trying to separate yourself from him before you made a mess. Yet the attempt was fruitless. The vibrations of his groans and grunts have you falling apart even faster, screwing your eyes shut as you call out to him weakly. Your thighs engulf his head, trembling in his grasp as he begins to suck on your clit, lips wrapping around the bud and pushing you closer to the edge. The twitching of your thighs gave you away and he knew you were close. So close to tasting you as he did many nights before.

Thick fingers grip at your plush, keeping you open as he carved out your sopping cunt with intense laps, swirling his tongue around your bud.  The muffled whimpers drove him further, slick and spit dribbling from his mouth. With a broken mewl, you gush into his awaiting mouth and spasm, bucking your hips as he drank your juices happily, tasting every drop you offered. You sucked in deep breaths through your nose, afraid to trust yourself to not make a noise, you weakly locked your quivering limbs around his temple.

God, you could never get used to him and his skilled tongue, but you were not complaining.

Pulling off with a pop, he left your poor clit alone before nudging your mound with his nose and nudging your legs apart. As your high began fading, attempting to catch your breath, you didn’t notice the butterfly touches near your lower half. Kyojuro  pressed a series of small kisses from your tummy, brushing past the underside of your doughy breasts,  to your sternum, his lips grazing your supple flesh as he trails to your throat. He slotted himself between your thighs and leered down at you with a teasing grin, licking away your arousal from his lips. His shaft throbbed almost painfully, needing to be stuffed inside your sweet cunt, cockhead dripping with pre-cum. His sweet love needed time to rest but his patience began to wear thin.

The world be damned, Kyojuro will make you the mother of his children and make you [Name] Rengoku — he needs you now.

With your mind slipping into a haze, you could hardly grasp as Kyojuro sunk into you, sheathing his length deep within your slick. Slowly, he began thrusting into your tepid heat, breathless against you as he pinned you into the futon. But as his body collides with your feeble frame, your core clenches and pushes against him, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the painful stretch. The sensitivity from your last release still had not faded, and you could feel the ache building up once more. 

"Ngh, K…Kyojuro…!" You mewl, clinging onto his shoulders, digging crescent shapes into his skin with every rut of his hips, your body rocking back and forth from how deep his girth hits with each powerful thrust. "Ahhhah, p-please don't —ahh!" Your legs instinctively wrap around his thick waist, pulling him closer as he continues pumping into your body. The fear of being caught leaves you, shamelessly whining for your husband, tears cascading down your cheeks. How could you remain quiet when you're drowning in an abyss of absolute pleasure?

Kyojuro heatedly presses his lips against yours, swallowing your moans in an attempt to silence you, afraid of letting the cute noises he loves so much to continue in fear of your parents barging into your room – to see him defiling their sweet daughter. Yet with the way your cunt is clenching around him, he was struggling to keep quiet himself. It doesn't matter how many times he fucks you, it always left him breathless from how tight you were. He could only hope your folks were deep sleepers.

Though, plucking you this time felt different. Sneaking into your house and fucking you late at night seemed surreal to the man, even as he was currently nestled in your velvet slick. Perhaps it was because now, he was fucking you as your husband, not as your suitor, and now — may your families be damned if they didn't want you two together — Kyojuro will make sure nothing keeps you two apart. Even if it meant he'd be disowned and an outcast, you were worth every punishment. 

Fat, heavy balls slapped against your ass, the wet squelching of your dripping pussy overflowing the dark room. He could create a whole record from the sinful symphony alone, his knees digging into the blankets as he glided back in with ease, hand kneading the flesh of your ass. The man melted into you, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, taking your flesh in-between his teeth. The pinch at your skin made you squirm, curving your spine and pressing your breasts flush against his chest. He could feel the way your pussy spasmed, struggling to adjust to his thick cock splitting you apart.

The immense warmth of your cunny had him reveling, thighs twitching and flexing as you constricted around his girth, his pelvis brushing past your aching clit. He let out a strained moan, nuzzling his nose into your skin, inhaling your sweet aroma. God, he could never get tired of the soft smell of vanilla and flour, reminiscing of the day he first walked into your family's restaurant. 

It seemed  heavenly almost, seemingly reliving the first night the two of you were intimate, except now, you two imprinted your bodies into your very family home. "Kyojuro, f-feels so… so good! Ah, love—mnnn….!" You whine, raking your nails across his shoulder blades.

"Shh, q-quiet, my love…," Kyojuro rasps, knowing the moment you start babbling, your orgasm would follow. Every stroke had your head spinning, needing more. "God… just–just a little longer… need you – mmh, fu—ck – to hold your pretty moans in… C-Can you do that for me?" 

He had been right as you ignored his pleads. You throw your head into the pillow, his name weakly rolling off your tongue as your body goes slack, releasing over Kyojuro’s length, weeping pussy painting a thick layer of your mellow slick on his shaft. Soft noises left him as your cunt swallowed him greedily into a snug grip at the moment of your orgasm. Hot breath fans against your flesh, kissing along your shoulder and across your collarbone. Fuck, you were tipping him over the edge, the thought of filling you up and having you carry the next line of Rengoku men making his chest swell.

 "Mmm, G-God…," he groans, the deep moan falling past his lips as he sinks back in,  eyes shutting tight the moment he grounds into your tepid heat. Blood rushing and the balls tightening, he starts chasing his own high, pumping desperately into you as quietly as he could. The man rolled his hips at the end of each thrust, groaning at the sensation of your fluttering walls pushing against him, repeatedly pulling out until the bulbous crown of his cock remained, slamming in and leaving you breathless against him. 

He wraps an arm around your torso, balancing himself on one of his forearms whilst pulling you impossible close, thrusting sloppily into you with strained moans. His entire body convulses, a groan drumming in his throat as he unravels, hips stuttering as he spills into you. Thick ropes of fertile cum coat your womb and he pulls out with a gasp. Fluids trickled from your heat and he bashfully looked away.

Kyojuro collapsed beside you, falling on his side, panting quietly whilst staring at your glossy face.  He gulped, blinkling back his own tears. "I love you, [Name]... more than anyone else," he whispers, caressing your cheek with his knuckles before cupping your face. "Thank you for agreeing to become my wife….”

Your lips tremble as you stiffle a sob, closing your eyes and placing your hand over his own, his fingers resting on your hip."I love you too, Kyojuro… Hah, I'm so…. I'm so happy.... you chose me...."

“I wouldn’t have it any other way….”

For a couple hours, you laid in his embrace, slumbering peacefully, believing he did the same. But he stayed awake, watching every rise and fall of your chest with a smile of content. Soon, he’d be able to see this everyday. After cleaning up, you two were careful to make sure your parents had not awoken as you gathered your personal items together, both small and large.

In the wee hours of the night before the crack of dawn, Kyojuro helped you pack your things into a bag, carrying them on his shoulders without so much as a complaint, ready to start his life with you. Yet, even as you were prepared to leave, you felt the least you owe your parents — who gave you everything and gave you the best life they could — an explanation. With trembling hands, you poured your thoughts and emotions into the letter, clarifying your departure from the house and how despite their best efforts, you fell in love with Kyojuro Rengoku.  Tearing up, you were honest that because you knew they would never accept him and try to keep you apart from him, you two would elope, far away from them.

As the sun began to rise and peek through the mountains, the two of you took off and never looked back. To where? You didn’t know. But as long as you were together, any place was home. As long as Kyojuro was by your side, you did not care.

The Heart of the Dragon was a mystic potency in the life cycle of nature, but when set ablaze, it was a force to be reckoned with — especially when protecting the one they hold dear most.

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𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒: [𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔].

It's been a few months since you have eloped, as well as a while since the night you and Kyojuro slept together as husband and wife, a unique way of officiating your union without the blessing of either your families or a priest.

Of course, once you arrived at the Ubuyashiki Estate, you two were granted the wedding you dreamt of, with the Head of the Corps presiding. You looked so beautiful dressed in white, like an angel, and throughout the ceremony, neither you nor Kyojuro could take your eyes of each other. Not until your vows were sealed with a kiss did you two finally take in your surroundings. The blooming smiles and wide grins of the Pillars made your heart swell, knowing you had a new found family now, who fully supported your and Kyojuro's love.

And neither of you couldn't be happier - especially with a new life on the way. The man didn't let you lift a finger and pampered you excessively. Oftentimes, Kyojuro would laugh whenever the baby kicked your stomach, beaming as he said, "Hahah! They're just like their father — full of energy and ready to see the world already!"

Rolling your eyes, you smile wryly, peering at him occasionally whilst he rubs your swollen tummy. "Mhm, with a ravenous appetite too…," you mumble in between bites of your onigiri. He just couldn't wait to see his child, already tittering with names to possibly name them.

Every few days, he made sure you were participating in his family's long held tradition when carrying a child. In an effort to not let you be alone, he spends the two hours with you staring at the flaming torch, holding your hand and occasionally squeezing it. It made the experience all the more special.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

Though, for the time being, you were staying at the Butterfly Mansion in the last month of your pregnancy in case you went into labor early. The caterpillar girls aided you with glee during the time your husband was not available, determined you never exerted yourself. It was quite adorable really how they became excited when the baby kicked, chittering on how they couldn't wait to see them once they were born.

Though you knew Kyojuro would stop you one he found out, you helped in the kitchen and made many delicious meals for the household, always making sure each belly was full. Shinobu appreciated your help and often checked your health whenever she was home, the two of you chattering.

You make me happy, when skies are gray. 

However, Kyojuro received a new mission and had already departed to attend, promising you he would be back in time to see you give light to your child. He mentioned he sent a letter to his father's estate to notify them of your child's birth soon, hoping at the least, his father and brother got to know the new addition to the family.

Kneeling at your bedside, Kyojuro pressed a kiss to your temple, a kiss to your stomach, and a kiss to your lips. He pulled away and whispered with a soft smile, resting his hand on your tummy as he felt the prodding of the fetus kicking, "I love you, my sunshine… I'll be back in time for our son's birth…"

"I love you too, my love, but what if it's a girl?"

He hums, corners of his eyes crinkling as his lips stretch wider, "Then I hope she is as beautiful and healthy as her wonderful mother."

As you bid each other goodbye, you could not help the uneasiness pooling in your stomach. Yet you ignored it and continued your regular day, awaiting the return of your husband.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. 

If only you knew it would be the last time you'd see him again, then you wouldn't have let him leave in the first place.

So please, don't  take my sunshine away.

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a/n: technically a fic but too lazy to edit a header. tagging @slttygeto @crysugu @omgeto @ohmygetou @lvlybee @hyomagiri @jabamin ☆

warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, semi-public sex (the public being gojo & shoko lol), exhibitionism, praise, finger sucking, pet names, fingering, clit stimulation, oral (m receiving), reader chokes a little, cum shot, unprotected sex, riding, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

thinking about roommate!geto and having those dormitory movie nights like i mentioned in the roommate fic but now that you’re together and cuddling on the couch, gojo and shoko can’t help but playfully gag and tease the two of you — geto is smooth, always stroking your hair while his honeyed eyes only stay staring at you as they play some stupid lovey song like spandau ballet’s true in the background.

but what geto loves more than feeling your skin burn from the teasing and your soft sighs of love through your kisses is snaking his hand over your lap with the blanket that’s covering the both of you. it’s winter in tokyo, anyway, so at least you had the excuse of that over your bodies while geto teases the skin above your waistband.

“but they’re right there—” fingers clasped around his wrist as a warning. the movement is so quick the snack bowl almost topples over.

“relax...” geto lands a peck to your temple, smiling when he feels your hand loosens as soon as the warmth of his hand meets with the warmth of your cunt, “be quiet for me and i’ll let you cum.”

you hum in reply, wrapping an arm around his bicep now to stay closer to him, making a show that nothing sinister is going on under your pants and blanket. with one peek to shoko and gojo who’s engrossed with the movie (geto planned this, didn’t he?), you’re melting into the couch when an experimental finger rubs a lazy circle on your clit.

geto smiles at the way you nuzzle closer to him, hearing the whisper of a soft moan before his finger moves down, down, down, letting out a small groan when he feels that you’re already so wet.

“how’re you going to cum now, princess?” geto plays with your juices, your senses on end and wishing the fabric on you wouldn’t move so much, “you’re so wet that they could probably hear your cum drip down my hands.”

you tsk and pinch his bicep softly, “meanie. and who did this to me?”

geto chuckles, catching your lips in a soft kiss, “okay, okay. touché.”

the first push into your warm, wet pussy is phenomenal, both of your eyes closing as you squeeze around his thick finger. it reaches just like you remember the last time, mouth dug into his shirt sleeve to prevent any noise.

“second,” he whispers softly, eyes staying on the screen but not really digesting anything: he’s more fixated on the tightness of which you hang onto his side, the tightness of your walls, nudging past your folds with a second finger, “that’s it, good girl.”

geto mumbles into your hair and ignores the twitch of his cock, but he makes the mistake of pulling his eyes away from the television to you, who already has sweat lining your brow and your chin making an indent in his arm so that you’re staring up at him. your eyes are pleading, swirling with clouds of lust that suguru instinctively curls his fingers and has the pleasure of seeing your eyes widen and your mouth fall open in silence.

“doing so well, baby. you close?” geto cannot pull away from your hypnotising stare, so he holds it and finds himself getting weaker and weaker, “you’re throbbing.”

and you laugh lightly, ragged breaths leaving your person as his hands speed up just a little but like he said — you’re just too wet that they’d hear the squelch of your cunt so he continues to curl his fingers instead while your hand rubs at your clit. you’re squeezing suguru’s arm so tight your knuckles are probably white, heating up his skin with your irregular pants and whines.

your hips start to grind into his despite your initial caution and geto shoots you a cheeky smile before his fingers hit that spot and you’re making the move to moan and geto crashes his lips into yours — that gesture alone makes you cum, hands impatiently playing with your bundle of nerves as the coil in your tummy releases and you thank the heavens geto’s taking the bulk of your sounds.

“oh— just like that, sweetheart.” his voice strains a little as he lets you ride his fingers through your orgasm until you’re catching your breath, “still with me?”

you nod against his arm and sigh when his fingers leave your clenching hole; “always with you.” geto denies the flutter of his heart when you say that, pecking your forehead gently.

and all is well until you four are on your third movie and gojo and shoko are nodding off because they technically did have a tiring day ushering in freshmen today so once they knock out, geto’s surprised when your hand also travels over his body. they go over his arms, his pecs and to his torso and a single finger traces the happy trail right down to his cock and geto swallows.

“what happened to my shy girl?” he bites his lip, the dialogue on the movie now lost to him while you take the fingers that were in you before and shove them in your mouth — they still vaguely tasted like you, the websites were correct, you fear — twisting your tongue over his digits.

“gone.” you grin before you’re moving under the blanket, but not before giving your friends one last glance and they’re knocked out cold, “lemme suck your cock, su.”

suguru smiles, “slut.”

you shrug at the name; you know it’s done playfully and jokingly, “only f’r you.”

and geto hopes that’s true because when you’re the cutest when you tug off his underwear and his fat, throbbing cock slaps his abdomen from how painfully hard he was. you’re the cutest when you wrap your hands around him and even then it’s not enough to cover his length. you’re the cutest when you look up at him through your lashes and give the smallest kiss to his tip which is leaking so much pre-cum he’s a little embarrassed.

it’s a shame he had no chance of experiencing this the first time but then, he was focused solely on you and your pleasure, so seeing you between his legs now was a treat, especially the way your tongue swirls around his tip and scoops up his arousal.

“didn’t know you took dick so well,” geto breathlessly mumbles when you start to bob your head, brushing fingers through your hair and pulling the strands away from your mouth. you moan at that, squeezing his length and forcing him down your throat until—

“woah, woah, easy baby,” geto calms you down through your coughing fit and all you do is hide in his thighs, face hot.

“sorry.” is all you mutter and your lover brings you from your hiding place where there’s a pout on your face and tears lining your eyes when you’ve gagged earlier.

suguru tilts your chin up with a hand and kisses you gently, “nothin’ to be sorry bout, my love,” playing with your bottom lip and places another peck, always not being able to resist your lips, “i’ll train you next time,” that sends a thrill down to your core, “but for now, take it slow.”

“’kay,” you’re meek now, taking his shaft with more consideration but your mouth’s still as hot as ever. geto lets out a small moan, letting you go at your own pace no matter how much he wanted fuck your face. you run a long stripe up the bottom of his length, thumb playing with his tip while his eyes stay fixated on you taking him down your throat so well.

“use your hands— y-yes, fuck,” geto encourages, as you use your hands to pump the areas you’re not able to reach, the little stutters in his voice sending tingles down to your centre. “hollow your cheeks, baby— that’s righttt... mouth’s warm, huh?”

you slurp your saliva off his dick and come off, smiling at him, “yeah.”

he hums while you continue the bobbing of your head and the moans that you let out around his shaft send vibrations up his body. suguru twitches in your mouth and his thigh tenses.

“close—” geto’s moans get breathy and choked the closer he is to his high, hips bucking up into your mouth. there’s drool that drips from the corners and the sounds of your mouth being so full of his cock sends him into overdrive, “wanna— wanna cum all over your face, princess.”

you whine, the slurping and gawking noises getting faster before you’re letting his cock with a gasp, pumping him while your dilated eyes look up to him and him only. tongue out and soft, warm hands, and they all belong to you — truly the only person to get him so riled up and hard — he pulls on your hair before he spills all over your face. his seed’s so much, hitting your tongue and cheeks and you jolt slightly in surprise.

“f—fuck yesss... look s’pretty with my cum all over your face,” geto’s mouth hangs open at the sight, hips still jerking as your hands stroke and milk him until he’s got nothing left, grip loosening and then tightening when you gather his cum and then eat it all up, “attagirl.”

“you taste good, sugu,” you giggle, letting him pull you over and you take it as a sign to do away with the blanket altogether. with one more glance you now see shoko slouched over gojo and both of them drooling from the mouth; yeah you could fuck.

“that so?” geto pulls you in for a kiss, “guess i’m healthy then.”

“hm... don’t know, need your cum in me to do a proper check,” suguru’s hands fly to your hips instantly when you tease his cockhead along your folds, not even having the energy to comment on your little joke, eyes fluttering close and he stammers—

“b—baby, still sens’tive.”

you whine playfully, “please?”

there’s no answer from him when you slide down on him easily, and he sighs when his eyes open — the backlight of the television makes him think that maybe you were an angel to descend upon him, “y’know i can never say no to you, sweetheart.”

and you’re losing yourself in him after, his hands helping you ride him while you bounce on his lap. your head hangs forward, foreheads connected as your breath fans over his face. with each time his cock bottoms out of you, there’s the spill of your juices all over his torso and pelvis, entranced with your gummy walls until the shift of the two people beside you make you freeze.

they’ve both changed positions now: shoko’s head thrown back over the back of the sofa while gojo hangs over the side arm rests — you both share a little giggle and a breath of relief before suguru seizes your chin and forces you to look down.

“can’t last long, your pussy’s just too good,” your lover rasps out, your thighs burning, “so i want you watch to how you take my cock, baby.”

and you could cum from those words alone, yet you follow his orders before he starts to thrust up into you, whining right into his neck. his hips are relentless and his hands knead at your ass, eyes focusing on the way you watch your sopping cunt suck him up.

“s’good, s’good— fuuckk...” you whimper softly, chin hitting your chest as you watch the drag of his cock, in and out, in and out before seeing him twitch and your moans consist of his name only, “suguru, suguru, suguruuu....”

“almost there, cum with me sweetness,” geto groans when your body collapses onto him and he can feel your perk nipples poke into his chest, reminiscent of the very first time you thanked him for letting you room with him. how thankful he was, now. he lets you hide in his neck despite disobeying his request — you’re the only one he’d let do that — and he has an easier time ramming into you from below anyway.

it’s obscene, the slaps of his pelvis against the fat of your ass cheeks, coupled with the slickness of your drooling pussy, it’s got the both of you moaning softly into each other’s mouths before geto’s rutting into you hurriedly and messily. he continues his thrusts, fucking his cum into you until it starts to spill out the sides and you’re cumming right after when his tip kisses your cervix oh, so lightly, sending your thighs trembling and pussy fluttering.

“clenching ’round me so bad— shit, you’re cumming so much,” suguru laughs, cut off by a choked moan when your hips adjust. there’s a filthy shlick! that is sounded out when geto removes his cock from you and the mixture of your cum comes dripping out. he licks his lips when he watches it dribble out of your entrance.

“you’re so gross—” you grin, brushing the sweat-filled hair out of his face.

“like you’re not,” geto purses his lips and clicks his tongue, “sucking me off in front of friends.”

“it’s hot.”

the gears are turning in suguru’s head, and you just know you’re in for it when he picks you up swiftly, shoving your body into the sofa and he drags his weeping tip along your cum-filled cunt.

“oh yeah? let’s go till we wake the neighbours, baby.”

the next morning, you’re waking up with a pounding headache and aching legs, reaching over the bedside table (a gentleman like suguru would never leave you on the couch) before a text from gojo lights up the phone and you’re mortified.

[satoru (loser) 🧿👄🧿]: i heard u btw

my tumblr is dead but i still need all to know that i love my puppet son 

Drippin’

{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.”