Wearing Each Others Traditional Clothes

Wearing each other’s traditional clothes

Something I forgot to post 🫶🏻

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after party

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!reader, oral

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi T ❤️ I have an emergency request<3 my birthday is coming up tomorrow but because of uni i probably wont be celebrating much, i’m wondering if I could request something bday related with Kyojuro? Also this is my first nsfw request👉🏻👈🏻 can I ask for reader getting *aten out at the table after bday dinner? Thank u for your hard work always💕

Ps: please dont feel pressured to post this on my bday! Take your time🫶🏻

“R-rengoku Ky-kyojuro!” you gasp, fiery tipped strands of hair curled around your fingers, knees pressing into grinning cheeks.

“Hm, my love?” a fond voice murmurs, gentle fingertips nudging your thighs apart, “I’m right here.”

“I know that,” you huff, swallowing a low whine as those same fingertips tug at your panties, “We have cleaning to do,” you grumble, unable to bring yourself to force your legs closed, instead leaning backward and lifting up the tablecloth to sneak a peek beneath the dining table.

“As much as I enjoy cleaning,” Kyojuro chuckles, winking teasingly at you, “I much prefer pleasuring you.”

“It would pleasure me to see our kitchen back to norm- Ahh!” you nearly bite your tongue, tablecloth falling from your grip as a warm kiss to your clothed folds interrupts you, “What are you doing?!” you yelp, yanking on his hair, clenching at his contented groan when you do so.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he rasps, words muffled as he mouths wetly at your panties, flat of his tongue firm and hot against the bump of your clit, “I’m making you cum.”

Before you can choke out another quip—Not like that, you aren’t!—he pulls your panties aside, your legs parting to accommodate his broad shoulders, careful hands cupping your ass as you slip haphazardly down your chair. Surrounded by birthday cards, dirty dishes, and wrapping paper, you melt into his ministrations, ecstasy building heady and slow in your abdomen.

“Still want to clean?” he whispers, smug smile kissing your skin when you growl in frustration, tendrils of your orgasm dissipating as quickly as they appeared.

“No,” you hiss, doing your best to coax his tongue back onto your clit, trapped and needy with your legs splayed, spit and slick dripping viscous and languid onto the carpet below, “You idiot!”

Laughing loudly, Kyojuro lightly pinches your thighs—a promising warning—promptly dragging his tongue from your perineum to your clit, your essence tart and messy, surprised noises satisfying and thrilling.

“Could an idiot do this?” he drawls, tongue circling your clit, hands kneading your ass as you whimper.

“How about this?” he continues, labia squelching and swollen as he flicks his tongue up and down your pussy, clit throbbing at the sudden change in attention.

“Or this?” he demands, returning to your clit, sucking harshly as you wail desperately, beads of sweat trickling down your back, “Could an idiot turn your pretty pussy into such a wanton, quivering hole?”

“No,” you exhale sharply, climax nearly washing over you.

“Then what am I?” he asks, determined to taste your orgasm, tongue maintaining a steady, rapid rhythm now, clit pulsating as his pace only quickens.

“FUCK!” you shout, unable to answer, pleasure coursing through your nerves as your eyes squeeze shut, breath stuttering in your chest while you cling to his hair for dear life, thighs finally giving into their urge to suffocate him, “I’m cummingI’mcummingI’mcumming FUCK.”

—

Kyojuro waits until you’re no longer asphyxiating him, happy as ever as he crawls out from under the dining table, mouth and chin shining with your cum, to declare, “I am most definitely not an idiot!”

Eyes rolling, you tug him in by his shirt, kissing the tip of his nose—still breathless—as you mutter, “You’re the smartest man alive… can we please clean the kitchen?”

Jokes on you, because cleaning the kitchen doesn’t exactly go as planned either… he may or may not require an orgasm from you for every cleaning task he completes (and he’s more than delighted to assist you on both fronts).

I drew this as fast as I can😭👌🏼

It's all fun and games until Tanjiro uses his god-like sniffer to figure out which hashira you're banging.

“i like you.”

you pause, smiling to yourself. “I know, love, we are dating.”

“but i've never liked anyone this much," Rengoku says, pressing his lips onto the back of your hand. a kiss for each knuckle. he says that every inch of you deserves love, so often times you find him kissing your hands, your temples, your wrists.

it wasn’t like the two of you were doing something big to deserve this declaration of "love". you both were sitting crossed kneed across each other and drinking warm tea. well you were, he was staring at you, seeming to hang off every word of you said.

but of course he just got back from his week long mission, he was always so doting the day after. it was cute seeing how affectionate he can be. he wanted to know exactly what you did the days he was away. he didn't want to miss anything important involving you.

when you set the tea down, he gently pulls you over to him, wrapping his body around yours and presses light kisses along your neck. “we should be wed.”

you softly smile as you always do. he has said this so many times, so you don’t even falter at it. “you know I would love to kyo.”

he sighs and presses his forehead to your shoulders. you can feel his body droop, the disappointed unhidden. “but I won’t risk you being a widow. it’s harder for a widow to find a husband”

his arms tighten around you, as if the mere idea makes him uncomfortable. he has come to terms to the fact that he could die any mission, but with you around everything feels so different. the thought of you being left alone haunts him.

“if something did happen to you, I wouldn’t take another,” you mumble leaning into his chest. it was true, you don't think you would recover if he ever did pass.

“i would want you to!”

you turn toward him with a raised eyebrow, before dragging your finger up his arm. "yeah? want me to lay in another mans arms?" you murmur, and press a kiss to his jaw, causing him to shiver. "kiss another man like this?", and begin to run your fingers down his body, "touch another man so sensually?"

he grips onto your hand before they reach their destination. his eyes peer into yours, and he has a soft pinkness to his cheeks. "marry me."

you slightly tilt your head to the side, a lazy smirk on your face. "and if i become a widow?"

he uses one hand to rub the back of your hand, and the other to lightly hold onto your neck. "nothing sounds worst than the thought of you with another. that alone will drive me to stay alive."

you grin at him. "mhmm, I do like the idea."

he brings his face closer toward yours, his forehead almost touching yours. "marry me."

"i am forever yours, Kyojuro."

he presses his lips to yours for a moment, and pulls away, the tips of his ears now burning. "I really like you."

"yeah? funny, because I really like you too."