Suki 🌙

So reader has gone for a mission and it's a LONG one and the Hashira (to be exact it' sanemi, giyuu and rengoku) get horny. When reader comes back, they um have hard devils tango.

I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE SO BLAND, I DON'T REQUEST SMUT AND THIS IS MY FIRST TIME. 😭

MISSED! ft. giyuu, rengoku, & sanemi

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, masturbation, oral (m&f!receiving), sex, fingering, idk lol they are so needy here.

a/n: its honestly good request ^^ this is the first time I'm writing rengoku ohh my?? I kinda change my writing style btw!

Tomioka Giyuu

You walked the path back to the Giyuu estate. The mission had lasted far too long. You had left early in the evening, and now the sun was almost up. The silence of the trail felt heavy. You could not stop thinking about him. Ypy wondered if he missed you. You suspected he did.

Giyuu was a clingy person. You knew people would laugh if you told them that. Most of the Hashira saw him as a cold, distant man who didn't want to be around anyone. But you knew the truth. He was touch-starved.

There was a time when he had been away on a mission for several days. When he finally returned, he had been a different person. He didn't speak much, but he wouldn't let you go. He had spent hours hugging you from behind, his chest pressed against your back.

You remembered when those hugs always ended with him kissing your neck. Sometimes the kisses turned into bites. He would leave marks that stayed for days, a silent claim of ownership that you didn't mind.

You reached the door of the estate. You slid it open and stepped inside. Giyuu was there. He sat in a chair, staring at nothing in particular. He looked frozen, his gaze fixed on a point in the room.

"Giyuu?" You called out.

He jumped slightly. He looked back at you, his eyes wide and surprised. He was panting. His chest heaved under his clothes, and sweat dampened his skin, making it glisten in the dim light. He looked like he had been fighting a battle with himself.

You ran to him, her concern overriding your fatigue.

"Are you okay? What happened?" You asked.

He didn't answer with words. He reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her hard into his lap. The force of the movement knocked the breath out of you. He immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His breath was hot and ragged. He started kissing your neck, his lips pressing firmly against your skin. He wasn't being gentle. There was a desperation in the way he clung to you, his fingers digging into your hips.

"Giyuu, talk to me. What is it?" You whispered.

He ignored the question. He moved his mouth higher, sucking on the sensitive skin just below your ear. You let out a soft moan. The sound seemed to trigger something in him. He groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin.

He shifted you on his lap, his hands sliding down to the hem of your uniform skirt. He didn't rush, but his movements were determined. He whispered against your skin, his voice a low, rough rasp.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," he murmured. "Every hour. Every minute."

His hand slid under the fabric of your skirt, his palm warm against your thigh. You felt him trembling. The usually composed Water Hashira was shaking with need. He continued to kiss your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin, leaving a trail of saliva that cooled in the morning air.

"You're so tired," he whispered, his voice softening. "I know you just got back. I don't want to exhaust you."

Despite the words, his hand moved higher, brushing against the lace of your underwear. He could feel the dampness there. You're already reacting to him. He let out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

"But I can't stand it anymore," he added. "I need to feel you."

He guided your hand down to the bulge in his trousers. He was rock hard, the fabric straining against the size of his cock. You could feel the heat radiating from him. He groaned when yout fingers brushed over the length of it.

He didn't want to move you to a bed. He didn't want to waste a single second. He shifted you slightly, pulling your underwear and skirt up together. He fumbled with his own clothes, his movements hurried and clumsy because of his arousal. When he finally freed his cock, it sprang out, thick and pulsing, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his glans.

He gripped your hips and lifted you slightly. He positioned the head of his cock against your opening. You're soaking wet, your pussy slick and ready for him. He didn't thrust hard. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

The sensation was overwhelming. You felt the thick head of his cock stretch you open, pushing past the tight walls of your entrance. He let out a long, shuddering breath as he sank deeper. He didn't stop until he was buried completely, his balls slapping against you perineum with a wet sound.

He stopped there. He didn't move. He just held you, filling you completely.

The sudden fullness made you gasp. You felt the heat of him radiating inside you, the way his cock pulsed against your cervix. It was a tight, perfect fit. The air in the room felt thick with the smell of their combined scents—the metallic tang of your mission, the salt of his sweat, and the musk of their arousal.

Giyuu's breathing began to steady. The frantic panting slowed into deep, rhythmic inhalations. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your chest tight against his. He began to kiss you again, but this time it was slower. He captured your lips with his, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste you.

You exchanged saliva, the sound of you kissing a wet, sloppy noise in the quiet room. He sucked on your tongue, pulling it into his mouth and swirling it around before releasing it.

"Just stay like this," he whispered against your lips. "Just for a moment."

You felt the way he was twitching inside you. He wasn't thrusting, but his cock was expanding, filling every available space in your pussy. The friction of your skin rubbing together as you breathed was almost enough to push you both over the edge.

"Were you this horny the whole time I was gone?" You asked, your voice breathless.

Giyuu didn't answer. He couldn't. He just tightened his grip on you, burying his face in your neck and letting out a muffled groan. The silence was his answer. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside you that words had failed him.

You shifted your hips slightly, a small, experimental grind. The movement created a squelching sound. Giyuu stiffened. A low, guttural sound escaped him, something between a moan and a growl.

"Don't," he managed to choke out, though his body was leaning into the movement. "If you move... I won't be able to stop."

You smiled against his skin. You liked this side of him—the side that lost all control, the side that needed you so desperately. You began to move your hips in a slow, circular motion.

The friction was intense. Every slide of your body against his sent sparks of pleasure through her. You could feel the ridges of his cock rubbing against your g-spot, the pressure building. Giyuu's breath hitched. He started to thrust back, small, shallow movements that only served to increase the tension.

The sound of your bodies interacting filled the space. Shlicking noises echoed as you slid up and down his length. The wetness was excessive, dripping down your thighs, creating a sticky mess where they joined.

Giyuu's hands moved from your hips to your breasts. He squeezed them through the fabric of your uniform, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. You arched your back, your breasts pressing harder into his palms.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "So tight. I missed this so much."

He increased the pace. The slow cockwarming had evolved into a rhythmic, driving force. He wasn't going for depth now, he was focusing on the friction, the way his cock slid through the cream of yout pussy. The sound was loud now—a constant, wet squelching that matched the pace of your breathing.

You felt the tension coil in your lower belly. Your internal muscles clamped down on him, squeezing his shaft with every thrust. Giyuu let out a loud moan, his head snapping back against the chair.

"God, you're squeezing me," he groaned. "You're going to make me cum."

He started to thrust harder, his hips slamming against yours. The sound of your skin slapping together—the wet, fleshy thud of his balls against your—added to the sensory overload. You could smell the scent of their sex, a pungent, primal aroma that filled your nostrils.

You felt your climax approaching. It started as a shimmer in her nerves and grew into a wave of heat. You gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

"Giyuu, I'm... I'm close," you gasped.

He didn't slow down. If anything, he pushed harder, his movements becoming more frantic. He wanted to feel you come around him. He wanted to feel those walls contract and milk him dry.

"Do it," he commanded, his voice rough. "Come for me."

The wave broke. Your pussy convulsed in powerful, rhythmic contractions, clamping down on his cock with an intensity that made Giyuu gasp. You cried out, your voice echoing in the estate, as a surge of pleasure crashed over her.

The feeling of your climaxing was the final straw for Giyuu. He let out a loud, guttural shout, his body locking up. He thrust one last time, burying himself as deep as possible, and then he exploded.

You felt the hot jets of his cum hitting your cervix, pulse after pulse of thick, warm fluid filling you up. He groaned, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He held you tight, almost crushing you, as he poured everything into you.

The silence returned, broken only by your heavy, synchronized breathing. The heat between you remained, the warmth of his semen leaking slightly from the edges of their connection.

Giyuu didn't move. He kept you pinned to his lap, his face hidden in your neck. He was still trembling slightly.

"I missed you," he whispered, the words sounding more honest and vulnerable than anything he had ever said.

"You're always so clingy," you teased softly.

Rengoku Kyojuro

Your legs felt heavy. Every step back toward the estate was a chore. This mission had dragged on for weeks, longer than any you had faced before. You were exhausted. Your muscles burned and your mind was a fog of fatigue.

You thought about Rengoku.

You remembered when you first realized how clingy he was. There was a time when he would follow you from room to room just to tell you about a new type of sweet potato he had tried. He didn't seem to understand the concept of personal space when it came to you.

Sometimes you recalled the way he would lean his entire weight against you during briefings, his warmth radiating through your clothes. He always wanted your presence. He wanted to be where you were, regardless of what you were doing.

Once, you remembered him insisting on walking you to the gates of your home even though he had his own duties to attend to. He had just wanted five more minutes of your time.

You thought about the way he looked at you. You remembered the intensity of his gaze, the way he seemed to memorize every movement you made. He was a man of loud passions and louder laughter, but with you, there was a desperate edge to his affection.

You entered the estate. The silence of the halls felt heavy. You didn't call out to him. You just wanted to find your room and collapse into bed. But as you passed the sliding door to his private quarters, you heard it. A rhythmic sound. A sharp, hitched breath.

You stopped. You slid the door open just a crack.

Rengoku was there. He wasn't wearing his haori or his uniform jacket. He was stripped down to his lower garments, which were pushed down past his hips. His hand was wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping it with a frantic, desperate energy. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in a mix of pleasure and frustration.

"Kyojuro?" you said.

He jumped. The sound of your voice snapped him out of his trance. He froze, his hand still gripped around his length, his chest heaving. His eyes flew open, wide and startled, staring at you. He didn't move for a second, his cock twitching in his grip, glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip.

"You're back!" he exclaimed.

He didn't try to cover himself. He didn't look ashamed. Instead, the shock in his eyes vanished, replaced by a raw, starving kind of hunger. He let out a shaky breath, his grip on himself tightening.

"I missed you," he groaned. "I missed you so much I couldn't stand it."

You stepped into the room and closed the door behind you. You saw the way his muscles leaped under his skin. He looked needy. He looked like he was on the verge of breaking.

"You were touching yourself," you noted.

"I had to," he replied, his voice rasping. "Every time I closed my eyes, I thought of you. I thought of the way you smell, the way you feel. I couldn't stop thinking about it."

He reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him. He was breathing hard, the scent of musk and arousal filling the small space. He looked up at you, his golden eyes pleading.

"Please," he begged. "Please touch me. I can't do this alone anymore. I need you."

You looked down at him. His cock was fully erect, a thick, pulsing vein running along the side. It was red-tinged and leaking, the head swollen and sensitive. He started to pump himself again, faster this time, his movements jagged.

"Please, baby. I've been dreaming about your mouth for weeks."

You sank to your knees in front of him. The sudden shift in height put you eye-level with his groin. You could see the way his balls were tight against his body, the skin stretched. You reached out and wrapped your fingers around the base of his shaft. He let out a loud, guttural moan that vibrated through the floor.

"Yes, right there," he gasped. "Fuck, your hands are so cold. It feels amazing."

You leaned in, your breath hitting the sensitive skin of his head. You heard him whimper, his hips jerking forward instinctively. You flicked your tongue over the slit, catching the salty drop of pre-cum.

Rengoku let out a sharp cry, his head snapping back against the wall.

"Oh, god.."

You opened your mouth and slid the head of his cock inside. He was thick, filling your mouth instantly. You felt the heat of him, the way his pulse throbbed against your tongue. You began to suck, creating a tight vacuum, swirling your tongue around the rim of his glans.

The sound started immediately. A wet, squelching noise as your saliva lubricated the friction. Shlick. Squelch.

Rengoku's hands flew to your hair, his fingers digging into the strands. He wasn't being gentle. He was desperate. He began to thrust his hips, pushing himself deeper into your throat.

"Suck it, baby. Suck it all."

You took him deeper, pushing past your gag reflex. You felt the blunt head of his cock hit the back of your throat. He let out a loud, strangled sound, a mix of a moan and a sob. You could feel the vibrations of his voice echoing through your jaw.

You focused on the texture of him—the smoothness of the head, the slight ridges of the shaft. You used your hand to massage his balls, squeezing them gently while your mouth worked on him. He let out a loud, wet sound, his hips snapping forward with more force.

"Oh, baby—fuck..I miss you so much-" he screamed, his voice echoing in the room. "I fucking missed this-I missed you."

You increased the pace. You sucked harder, your cheeks hollowing, the sound of the suction becoming a loud, rhythmic popping noise every time you pulled back slightly before plunging back down. The saliva was dripping from the corners of your mouth, coating his shaft in a thick, glistening sheen.

Rengoku was shaking now. His entire body was trembling with the effort of holding back. He was thrusting wildly, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with a wet, slapping sound. The skin of his thighs hit your cheeks, the friction adding to the heat.

"I'm going to—I'm close.." he yelled.

You wrapped both hands around him, pulling him as deep as possible, your throat tight around him. You could feel the muscles in his abdomen rippling, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts. He was making desperate, animalistic sounds, his moans turning into loud, uncontrolled shouts of pleasure.

"Fuck– Fuck! Right there.."

He gave one final, violent thrust, burying himself to the hilt in your throat. His body stiffened, his toes curling. A loud, guttural roar ripped from his throat as he began to cum.

You felt the first jet of semen hit the back of your throat. It was hot, thick, and forceful. He pulsed again and again, pumping load after load of white, salty fluid into your mouth. You swallowed instinctively, the thick liquid sliding down your throat.

The squelching sound continued as he continued to pulse, the excess cum leaking out of the sides of your lips and dripping onto your chin. He didn't pull away immediately, he stayed buried deep, his chest heaving, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"God," he whispered, his voice a ruined wreck. "God, that was... I needed that."

He slowly slid out of your mouth with a wet, popping sound. A string of saliva and semen connected his cock to your lips for a second before it snapped. He collapsed backward, lying flat on the floor, his legs splayed open, his cock still twitching and glistening with fluids.

You stayed on your knees, breathing hard. You looked at him—the great Flame Hashira, reduced to a panting, spent mess on the floor.

He reached out, his hand shaking, and stroked your cheek.

"Don't ever leave for that long again,"

Shinazugawa Sanemi

You stepped into the Wind Estate, the silence of the halls pressing against your ears. Your muscles ached with a heaviness that felt permanent, a residue of the long mission that had kept you away for weeks. You remembered the way the estate usually felt—loud, chaotic, filled with the scent of sharp ozone and aggression. Now, it was just empty.

You scanned the main room. No white haori. No scarred, scowling face. You didn't have the energy to call out for him or search the training grounds. You remembered the times you had tried to surprise him, only to be met with a shout or a sudden, rough grip on your arm. You didn't want a confrontation right now; you wanted to disappear.

You walked toward his private quarters, your footsteps dragging. There was a time when you would have hesitated to enter his room without permission, fearing the storm that lived inside him. But you knew the secret language of his anger. You knew that the rougher he acted, the more he actually craved your presence.

You slid the door open and collapsed onto the futon. The smell of him—sandalwood, old scars, and something metallic—clung to the fabric. You didn't even bother to change your clothes. You just closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion pull you under.

You didn't know how long you slept, but the first thing you felt was a hand. It wasn't a gentle touch. It was a firm, possessive grip on your hip, fingers digging into your skin through the fabric of your uniform. You stirred, a low moan escaping your throat, and then you felt it—the heat of his breath against your inner thigh.

Sanemi didn't say a word. He didn't need to. He had already pushed your clothes aside, his rough palms sliding up your legs to peel back the fabric. You felt the cool air hit your wetness, and then the sudden, scorching heat of his tongue.

He knew exactly where to go. He started slow, his tongue swirling around your clit with a precision that made your hips jerk upward. You remembered how he always did this—waking you up with the taste of your own arousal, claiming you before you were even fully conscious. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp contrast to the numbness of your exhaustion. You gripped the sheets, your knuckles white, as he sucked on your nub, his tongue flicking rapidly, creating a wet, rhythmic shlicking sound that echoed in the quiet room.

"Sanemi..." you whimpered, your voice thick with sleep and desire.

He didn't answer. He just groaned deep in his throat, a sound of pure hunger. He pushed two fingers inside you, stretching you open while his tongue continued to batter your clit. You were close, so incredibly close. The tension coiled in your gut, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps. You could feel the orgasm building, a wave of heat rushing toward the surface, your walls pulsing around his fingers.

Just as you peaked, just as the first spark of release hit your nerves, he stopped.

He pulled his face away with a wet pop, leaving you shivering and unfinished. You opened your eyes, blinking against the dim light. You looked down to see him hovering over you, his expression dark, his eyes narrowed and bloodshot. He looked like he wanted to devour you and break you all at once.

"Where the fuck were you?" he spat, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

You blinked, the sudden drop in pleasure leaving you feeling hollow and desperate. "The mission... you know how long it was."

Sanemi let out a harsh, mocking laugh. He crawled up your body, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. His grip was bruising, his palm hot against your skin.

"A week," he hissed, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. "A whole fucking week of me rotting in this house. Do you have any idea what that does to me? Knowing you're out there, somewhere, and I can't get my hands on you?"

"I missed you too," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Missed me?" He sneered, his gaze dropping to your chest, which was heaving with exertion. "You don't get to just walk back in here and expect me to be nice. I've been horny as fuck for weeks, thinking about every single inch of you. And you just fall asleep? In my bed? Like you didn't leave me starving?"

You tried to arch your back, trying to bring your hips back to his face, but he shifted his weight, blocking you. The frustration in his voice was palpable, a physical weight in the room. He was vibrating with a mix of longing and genuine anger.

"Please, Sanemi... I'm so tired... just finish it," you pleaded.

"Finish it?" He gripped your wrists tighter, his eyes flashing. "No. You're going to feel every second of how much I hated you being gone."

He reached down, grabbing his own trousers and ripping them open with a violent tug. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, already leaking a bead of pre-cum at the tip. It looked angry, the veins standing out against the flushed skin. You were already dripping, your pussy soaking the sheets from his teasing.

He didn't ease in. He grabbed your thighs, hauling them back until your knees were practically touching your shoulders, exposing you completely. With one brutal, singular thrust, he slammed into you.

You let out a loud, sharp scream that was half-pain and half-ecstasy. The sheer size of him stretched you to your absolute limit, the friction of his dry skin against your wet walls creating a searing heat. He didn't stop to let you adjust. He immediately began to hammer into you, his movements jagged and violent.

"Yes.. Sanemi... oh god, yes—" you cried out, your head tossing from side to side on the pillow.

The sound of the impact was rhythmic and wet—a loud, fleshy slapping noise as his balls collided with your backside. Each thrust pushed you further back into the futon, the air being forced out of your lungs. He was fucking you with a desperation that bordered on hatred, his teeth gritted, his breath coming in guttural snarls.

"You're such a bitch," he groaned into your ear, his voice vibrating through your entire skull. "Making me wait... making me imagine this for weeks. Look at you, taking it all... you love it, don't you? You love how much I want to break you."

"I'm sorry– Please... please don't stop!" you sobbed, your fingers clawing at his scarred shoulders.

He responded by driving deeper, his cock hitting your cervix with a blunt force that made your vision blur. You felt a sudden, sharp squelch as your internal muscles clamped down on him in a reflexive spasm. He let out a choked noise, his pace accelerating. He wasn't looking for a rhythm, he was looking for release.

He shifted his grip, hooking his arms under your ass and lifting you off the bed so he could drive in even further. The angle changed, allowing him to hit a spot that sent electric shocks through your spine. You began to moan uncontrollably, the sound turning into a series of high-pitched whimpers.

"Tell me," he commanded, his voice raw. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me you're never leaving this fucking estate again."

"I'm yours– I'm yours, Sanemi! Just... please, harder.."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming frenzied. You could hear the sound of saliva and sweat mixing, the shlicking noise of his cock sliding in and out of your soaking pussy becoming deafening. Every time he pulled back, he almost slipped out entirely, only to slam back in with a force that shook your entire frame. Your breasts bounced with the impact, your nipples rubbing against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure through your nerves.

You felt the orgasm returning, stronger and more violent than before. It wasn't a slow build; it was a crash. Your walls began to ripple, squeezing his shaft with an intensity that made him growl.

"You're so tight... fuck, you're squeezing me so hard," he gasped, his composure finally breaking.

He began to fuck you with an overzealous energy, his hips blurring. In his haste, his cock slipped out of you completely with a wet, sucking sound. He didn't even pause, immediately slamming back in, the sudden re-entry causing you to scream and arch your back.

"I've got you," he hissed, his voice breaking. "I've fucking got you."

The friction reached a breaking point. You felt the internal pressure explode, your orgasm ripping through you in waves that left you gasping for air. You clamped down on him, your pussy pulsing in rhythmic contractions that milked him dry.

Sanemi let out a loud, guttural roar, his body locking up. He thrust one last time, burying himself as deep as possible, and you felt the hot, thick jets of his cum hitting your cervix. He didn't pull away. He stayed there, shuddering, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts.

The silence returned to the room, but it was different now. It was heavy with the smell of sex and exhaustion. You lay there, your legs still trembling, your insides feeling full and warm. Sanemi slowly relaxed his grip on your wrists, though he didn't move his body off yours. He remained heavy on top of you, a grounding weight that chased away the remnants of your fatigue.

He shifted slightly, the sound of your joined bodies making a wet, sticky noise as he began to slide out. He didn't move far, instead rolling to the side and pulling you into his chest. His skin was damp with sweat, his heart still hammering against your ear.

"Don't go on a mission that long again," he muttered, his voice returning to its usual gruff tone, though the edge was gone.

"I don't make the assignments, Sanemi."

"I'll kill the messenger," he grumbled, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You closed your eyes, the warmth of his body finally allowing you to truly relax. You remembered the coldness of the mission, the loneliness of the road, and the way you had counted the days until you could return to this specific kind of chaos.

"You're an idiot," you whispered.

"Yeah, well, I'm your idiot,"

"You're small," Giyu murmured, his voice dropping an octave. He stepped closer, forcing you to tilt your head back until your neck ached. "I forget how easily I could break you if I wasn't careful."

"You aren't going to break me," you challenged, though your voice lacked conviction.

He let out a sharp, hot huff of air that was almost a laugh. His hand slid from your wrist to your throat, not squeezing, but merely resting there, his palm covering your entire neck. The heat of him was stifling. He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours, his breath smelling of cool mint and skin.

"Sometimes," he whispered, his lips a hair’s breadth from yours, "I want to see how much of me you can actually take. I want to see you try to hold it all."

Before you could respond, he scooped you up. He didn't use both arms, he simply hooked one massive forearm under your thighs and hauled you against his chest as if you weighed nothing more than a bundle of silk. Your feet dangled, useless, as he carried you toward the futon. The power in his stride was effortless. He dropped you onto the bedding, the impact soft but the sight of him standing over you, unfastening his belt, was anything but gentle.

He stripped with a focused intensity, his eyes never leaving yours. As his clothes fell away, the sheer reality of his physique was laid bare. He was built like a siege engine, heavy thighs, a narrow waist that flared into a ribcage like a suit of armor, and a cock that looked far too large for your body to ever accommodate. It hung heavy and dark against his thigh, already stirring, the head weeping a bead of clear pre-cum that glistened in the candlelight.

"Giyu," you breathed, your eyes wide as you took in the sight of him.

"Stay still," he said.

He knelt between your legs, his knees forcing your thighs wide. The sheer width of his shoulders blocked out the rest of the room. He looked like a god made of marble and moonlight. He reached down, grabbing your ankles and shoving them up toward your shoulders, folding you in half. The position made you feel exposed, tiny, and utterly at his mercy.

He didn't use any lubricant other than his own spit and your natural slickness, which was already beginning to coat your folds as you stared at him. He rubbed the broad, blunt head of his member against your opening, the friction sending a jolt of electricity through your spine. You were so small compared to him that the mere pressure of him resting there felt like he was already inside.

"You're so tight," Giyu groaned, his voice cracking. "Look at you. You’re shaking."

"Because you're... you're too big," you gasped, your fingers digging into the futon.

"I'll fit,"

He pushed. Slowly. The sensation was one of being split from the inside out. Your walls screamed as they were forced to stretch around his girth. He was so thick that your entrance felt like it was going to tear, the skin pulled taut and white. You let out a high-pitched whimper, your head tossing back as the fullness reached your center.

"Breathe," Giyu commanded, his own face contorted in a mask of strained pleasure.

He stopped when he was only halfway in, his breath coming in ragged hitches. He looked down at the junction of your bodies, mesmerized by the way your pale skin was stretched to its absolute limit, the dark hair of his groin brushing against your clitoris. He looked like he was trying to bury himself inside a vessel that wasn't meant for him.

"Too much," you sobbed, the pleasure and pain warring for dominance. "Giyu, please, it's too much."

"Not yet," he grunted.

He surged forward, burying the rest of his length in one brutal, deep thrust. Your breath left you in a sharp, strangled cry as his cock slammed against your cervix. The impact was jarring, a deep, blunt ache that resonated in your womb. He held himself there for a moment, letting you adjust, his chest heaving against your breasts. You felt every vein, every ridge of his shaft pulsing inside you, a stubborn, hot invasion of mass.

Then, he began to move.

"Look at me," he gasped, his hands coming up to pin your wrists above your head. His grip was like iron manacles. "Watch what I'm doing to you."

You looked down, blurred by tears of overstimulation. You could see the way your stomach rippled with the force of his thrusts, the way his massive cock disappeared entirely into you, only to pull out nearly to the tip, leaving your entrance gaping and red before he slammed back home. He was bottoming out with every stroke, his heavy balls slapping against your perineum.

"You're taking all of it," he whispered, his eyes blown wide with a dark, primal pride. "Every inch. Look how small you are under me. I could crush you."

The intensity of his words, combined with the sheer physical pressure of him, pushed you over the edge. Your internal muscles began to spasm, clamping down on him with desperate, rhythmic pulses. The friction of your orgasm caused him to lose his rhythm, his own control shattering. He let out a low, guttural roar, his body tensing into a cord of iron.

He thrust three more times, each one deeper and more violent than the last, before he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there. You felt the hot, thick jet of his cum hitting your cervix, a series of pulses that felt like they were filling you to the brim. He groaned into the crook of your neck, his weight collapsing onto you, pinning you into the soft cotton of the futon.

He pulled out with a wet, sucking sound. Air rushed into your sensitive, aching core, and a mixture of his seed and your own fluids leaked out onto the sheets. You felt hollow, stretched, and incredibly sensitive.

Giyu shifted, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at you. His expression was softer now, but his eyes were still dark. He reached down, his large hand sliding between your legs. Your thighs were trembling, coated in a sheen of sweat and sex.

"You're a mess," he murmured.

He slid two fingers into you. After the massive girth of his cock, his fingers felt small, yet they were thick and calloused, scraping against your sensitized walls. He began to move them in a slow, circular motion, hooking them toward your G-spot.

"Ah... Giyu, stop," you moaned, your hips arching involuntarily. "I'm too sensitive."

"I want to feel how much I opened you up," he said, his voice devoid of his usual stoicism.

He added a third finger, his knuckles brushing against your clitoris. He watched with clinical fascination as your entrance tried to close around him, the reddened tissue twitching.

"You're still so tight," he noted, his thumb pressing down on your clit, pinning it against your pubic bone. "Even after that. You were made for this."

"I was... I was made to be stretched by you?" you gasped, your head lolling to the side.

"Yes," he said simply.

He sped up his fingers, the friction building a new, sharper kind of tension. He wasn't being gentle, he was being insistent. He wanted another reaction from you. He wanted to see your body buckle under his touch again. He used his other hand to squeeze one of your breasts, his thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple into a hard, sensitive peak.

"Giyu... please... I can't..."

"You can," he countered.

He began to pump his fingers in and out, mimicking the motion of his cock. The squelching sound intensified as he mixed the fluids inside you into a frothy, white lather. You could feel the air being pushed out of your orifice with every stroke, a series of small, wet puffs. The sensation was overwhelming, the contrast between his rough, large hands and your tender, over-worked core driving you toward another peak.

Your breath came in short, sharp hitches. You grabbed his forearm, your small fingers unable to even meet on the other side of his thick muscle. He felt like a mountain, unmoving and eternal.

"That's it," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "Come for me again. Show me how much pleasure I can give you."

With a final, frantic series of thrusts from his fingers and a heavy grind of his thumb against your clitoris, you shattered. Your body convulsed, your back arching off the futon as you cried out his name. He watched the whole thing, his fingers staying deep inside you until the last of your tremors subsided.

When he finally withdrew his hand, it was dripping with your combined juices. He didn't wipe it away. Instead, he looked at his hand, then back at your flushed, exhausted face.

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Happy birthday to the one and only Kyojuro! This is a NSFW K. Rengoku x Fem! Reader fanfic.

Warnings: oral male receiving, oral female receiving, mention of breed kink, fingering.

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"I don't know I just don't feel like going out tonight-I know it's my birthday but..I don't know." Kyojuro sighed as he stood before the slim mirror. His hands dropped down towards his hip as he was reaching a breaking point. His calloused hand pressed firmly against the side of his temple, shutting his eyes closed only to slowly open as he heard the bathroom door open.

Entering the shared room from the connected bathroom you walked up behind him, taking him into your embrace as your face pressed against the silk fabric of his cream colored shirt. Your hands rested below his muscular chest as he continued his tiring chore of button up his shirt. Sneaking a sweet crease over your soft fingers, a sensation of happiness brewed in your chest from your lovers touch. You heard the vibration of his chest as he hummed at the presence of your embrace.

The cool evening breeze brushed against the sealed windows. As the sunset faded into the night sky the birds finished their daily songs. It seemed as if time had stood still just for a moment. There was no one else in the world besides the young blonde and his optimistic lover, trying to be light towards his horrid day for him. A small smile casted on Kyojuro's lips as he looked in the reflection before him. Your sweet eyes snaked their way in the opening between his arm and his back.

"You really think Tengen is gonna let you stay home. On your birthday?" You already knew the answer to your own question. Pressing your chin between his thick shoulder blades. His head turned slightly over his shoulders. The red tips of his thick hair brushed softly against your forehead, causing your nose to scrunch into a knot, a child like giggle escaped your lips. You were met with golden eyes and a sly smirk in return. Within an instant, his mood seemed to lighten up. Perhaps it was the sense of peace you always seemed to bring him.

"I know-But I don't need him to go all out." He confessed turning around as he wrapped his arms around you. His head tilted, resting his plush cheek on to the top of your head. Squeezing his arms just for a moment you felt the air escape your lungs. He needed this hug, grounding him back to his reality.

"Wait-Don't you know who he is?" You asked in a sarcastic manner. You managed to snake your arms up his chest, pushing off of him you took a wide step back.

Inhaling deeply your lungs filled with crisp air. Throwing your hands into the air your fingers pointed at Kyojuro. Taking a heroic stance you continued.

"He is the god of festivals. The god of flashiness. And above all else. He is a god!" You tried your hardest to mimic Uzui's flamboyant tone. You restricted yourself from laughing as you caught a glimpse of yourself from the mirror behind your lover.

You'll never forget that introduction. It was exactly word for word how Kyojuro's best friend Uzui Tengen introduced himself to you.

Flashing a hardy smile towards your lover you watched as his large hand clasped over his mouth. Holding in a laugh he couldn't contain himself anymore. His laugh bounced off the walls in your shared room. You soon joined in as well, laughing like children your heart fluttered at the sight of Kyojuro enjoying himself. Bringing you into his embrace once more he seemed to have collected himself, only to belt out in laughter once more when you smiled back at him.

"Hey that was a really good impression-" He laughed firmly placing a kiss on the top of your head.

"I knew I would get a laugh out of you if I did that." Now your chin rested on his chest, the pure sound of his heart beat seeping into your eardrums. It didn't take long for the both to connect. Beating in sync with each other. Admiring him with big bug eyes, you soon melted at the sensation of his palm engulfing your soft cheek.

"Thank you." Were the only words to escape his parted lips.

Leaning down softly, his eyelids become heavy as he pressed his soft lips against yours. A sigh escaped through your nostrils as you two stayed there for a while.

"I'm glad I have you here on my birthday-" He sighed once the kiss was broken.

"Come on-" You extended your delicate hand out towards him, offering a gentle smile. "We don't want to be late."

-

His challenger came to a stop, shifting his car into park you watched as his large hand gripped around the emergency break and yanked it upward. You couldn't help but laugh and roll your eyes to the side.

"Thanks, that's gonna be real easy for me to get down if I have to drive us home."

"I won't drink that much-" He was quick with his response. It seemed like that sweet moment you two shared soon sizzled out. There was something causing Kyojuro to keep his walls high. Stepping out of the car he quickly ran across, even though it was his birthday you still received special treatment.

Opening the door for you, you threw your small hand bag over your shoulder. Your hand met his as he helped you step out of the car.

"You know they're gonna make you take a lot of shots." You laughed, snaking your arm across his tone waist.

"Yeah, yeah." He muttered as his arm gripped around your shoulder. You both watched as your footsteps become in sync.

Before heading towards the bar, you both looked back at his car and waited until you heard a click of it locking. The lights flashed against the vivid dark night.

Not long after entering the bar you two were greeted by his recognizable friends who gathered around in a booth. As per usual Uzui stood up, chanting with a fist in the air "Rengoku-" Until Kyojuro took him into his embrace.

You said your hello across the table. Uzui's wife stood up, each giving you a sweet embrace. The casual exchanges were made.

"You look so good!"

"Thank you so do you!"

"Are you excited?"

Giyuu stood up and gave Kyojuro a small embrace. Turning towards you he offered you one as well. It was awkward at first, a lingering sense of gloom casted over the table. To all his friends, they were quick to take notice if Kyojuro wasn't his usual self. They had only noticed this change in mood a couple of times. Usually around his birthday and the painful anniversary of his mothers passing. Everyone else had a drink in their hands. Uzui took this opportunity to take Kyojuro to the bar.

"Did you want anything?" Kyojuro whispered in your ear.

"Not right now I'm okay." You smiled back at him.

A heavy sigh escaped his chest as Uzui large hands clasped over his shoulders, dragging him out of the booth Kyojuro tried savoring the moment of your connected fingers. It wasn't long after that all eyes were turned towards you.

"So what's up with Kyo?" Giyuu's monotone voice caused a sting in your chest.

"Yeah? Is he not happy?" Makio was on the verge of tears.

"Senjuro had plans today with Tanjiro. So their conversation on the phone today was cut short, and I think he is mostly upset because he heard Shinjuro yelling that he didn't want to talk to him." You explained as your eyes gazed over towards your lover, Uzui's large arm draped over his shoulders. Demanding a birthday shot from the bar tender.

"Come on, it's his birthday." Giyuu sigh was full of empathy.

"Alcoholism doesn't take a day off." Sanemi's snark comment was only truthful.

"Poor thing-" Suma sighed sipping her drink.

"Yeah, I bet that's hard." Hinatsuru joined in.

"Sounds like he just needs to get drunk." Sanemi burped as his glass clashed against the table. All eyes slowly turned towards in.

"Dude-"

"I know it's hard for him, I'm trying to get his spirits up but I know when it comes to his birthday it's kinda hard on him to be in the best mood." You explained as gentle touches of assurance from Suma grazed your arm.

"But don't you have something special planned for him?" Suma whispered leaning over the booth.

"Yeah but is he even gonna want that if he's feeling this way?" You asked with hesitation.

"If it has anything to do with sex then yes." Sanemi interrupted.

"Dude, seriously." Giyuu chimed in, his head shook softly in annoyance.

"Just don't let Tengen know, he's already amped up as it is and if he finds out why Kyojuro's upset he'll go extra overboard." Hinatsuru explained.

"More extra than he already is?" You laughed.

"Can you believe the bar tender won't give this man back to back shots? I even offered to pay a little extra." Uzui laughed as they joined the table.

Kyojuro placed a lemon drop before you. As he sat down besides you a gentle kiss was pressed against your temple.

"Thank you-"

"Here are those shots you ordered." The bar tender came towards the table placing down a tray in the middle of the group. Each one of you helped by taking a shot off the tray. Each thanking the bar tender you all looked at each other.

"We didn't order you one because Kyojuro said you'll be driving home." Uzui explained sliding the shot that sat before you over to Kyojuro. His ruby tone eyes met Kyojuro's.

"Damnit-"

"Don't try to whimp out now. I told you I was gonna get you fucked up tonight." Tengen laughed.

Your eyes watched as Kyojuro clanked the shot glass against the table, brining it towards his lips his head titled back, blonde hair cascaded down his back as he took the shot. Grunting harshly you felt something arose in your core. Your hand rested on his full thigh. He looked at you and offered you a soft smile.

-

The group now migrated towards empty pool tables. You sat around with Uzui's wives as Giyuu, Sanemi, Uzui and Kyojuro played a round of pool.

"Are you excited?" Suma asked leaning in close to you.

"Yeah but I still don't know if it's something I should do." You explained examining your lovers body language. You knew something was still crossing his mind. The last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable.

"Hey I'm sorry your dads an asshole and won't even give you the time of day on your birthday but here's me in a sexy outfit for you." You tossed your hands in the air with defeat as a sarcastic whisper caused everyone to become silent.

"I'm sorry." You corrected yourself.

"You have to do it! We didn't help you shop for that outfit for nothing!" Makio explained.

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be something that he'll never forget." Hinatsuru laughed pressing her hand against your shoulder.

-

"Are you guys sure about this?" You asked with worry.

"Are you ready for us to come in and see?" Suma asked behind the closed curtain.

"I'll go out there." You sighed, your fingers gripped against the curtain, looking back you caught a finally glimpse of yourself.

Synchronize gasp fell from all three woman. You watched as their eyes lit up as you now stood in front of the mirror.

"Oh my god!"

"Yes!"

"You look so hot!"

You stood there in a very seductive red lingerie suit. All you wanted to do was change out of it. You've never felt more vulnerable before. Of course Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru created a safe space for you. But your insecurities welcomed themself in.

"I don't know." You sighed.

"Don't stand like that." Suma scoffed walking up behind you.

"Do you mind?" She asked.

"Go ahead."

"If you just-"

"And fix this-"

"Now look at you. But stand how you would stand in front of him." She explained taking a step back.

Your breast now spilling out of the bar. You did enjoy the way the red lace wrapped around your hips. You felt as if it was just you in the room. You gave yourself a small twirl. Finally accepting the way you look, you smiled back at the three woman behind you.

"Remember. When you walk in the room you have to let him know you're the one in charge now." Suma explained.

"I'm in charge?" You questioned.

"Yes!" All three of them shouted.

"You can make some ground rules to make it more fun." Hinatsuru said.

"Like what?"

"You can say he's only allowed to look, and not touch." Makio giggled.

"Oh that's a good one."

"You can say he's only allowed to touch when you give him permission."

"Are you guys really...sure about this?" You sighed, feeling overwhelmed you wanted to toss this idea out of the window.

"Yes!"

"You're not leaving the store without that outfit. Trust us!"

-

"I just don't want him to be super drunk when we get home." You laughed as you watched him take another shot provided by Uzui.

"Wait did you guys tell Uzui what I had planned?" You asked in sheer panic. You and Kyojuro kept your sexual life a secret, given it was only the two of you who participated you wouldn't want anyone to view either of you in anyway.

"Yes-well no. We just told him Kyojuro couldn't be too drunk he falls asleep as soon as he gets home." Suma explained.

You were taken a back of the sight of Kyojuro walking up towards you. Your head lifted slightly as he towered over you. Resting his warm hands on your exposed thighs. Sliding his fingers just slightly under the thin fabric of your dressed. You greeted him with a smile. His soft lips pressed between the space of your eyebrows.

"I'm ready to go home soon." He whispered softly. The smell of mixed tequila and vodka seeped into your nostrils.

"Okay." You whispered back.

Your eyes met with Hinatsuru as he walked back towards the table. She nodded sharply and stood up. Walking towards Uzui.

"Hey man after this game I think we're gonna head out-"

"What! No-" Uzui was cut short as Hinatsuru tugged against his arm. Covering his ear with her small hand she whispered something softly. Causing Tengen eyes to grow wide. A slick smile soon plastered his face, starring at you and nodded.

"Actually it's fine." He snapped.

Kyojuro looked at you with a questioned look. You only replied with a gentle shrug against your shoulders.

-

A round of goodbyes were given to both you and Kyojuro. Uzui took this opportunity to whisper something foul against your ears.

"I heard what you have planned. It makes me happy to know my best friend is gonna get good pussy tonight."

He laughed at the sight of your shocked face. A sudden wave of insecurity crashed against your body. It was as if Tengen could see your red lingerie set under your clothes.

The shock of the cold car keys dropped into your hands caused you to snap back into focus. You looked over at Kyojuro.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yeah-" You muttered.

-

"Okay. I need you to sit on the couch because I'm going to get your birthday present." You whispered, dropping his keys into the small bowl besides the door.

"Okay?" Kyojuro said confused. You felt your heart pound against your ribcage. Balling your trembling hands into a fist.

"Stay there!" You smiled, trying to mask the pure anxiety you felt coursing through your veins.

You took a deep breath as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Reminding yourself that this is something that will be fun.

"Just remember to be confident."

"You're the one in charge."

"You look good- you look sexy."

Your short pep talk ended as you made your way out of the room.

"Are you ready?" You called out from the hallway.

"Yes!" His cheerful reply brewed butterflies in your stomach.

Inhaling deeply you walked out towards the living room. Kyojuro's eyes immediately latched on to you. You blushed at the sight of him sitting up right, his lips slowly parted, drinking you in like a tall glass of Rosé he was left stunned just for a moment.

He stood up, which caused you to come to a halt. Your index finger shot up in the air as you shook your head softly.

"I said sit down."

"Y-Yes ma'am." He obeyed. Throwing himself back on the couch, his large hand adjusted around his waist belt.

You continued your strut towards the couch. You watched as Kyojuro's lust filled eyes scanned every inch of your body. Taking you all in he was unsure of where exactly to look. You watched as his chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. The feeling of confidence soon radiated off your soft skin. Running your fingers through your hair in a playful way you stood before Kyojuro.

His head tilted up, admiring the smile spread across your face. Arching your back you leaned forward towards him. You lips grazed against his. Teasing him your hands latched down on his thighs, spreading his legs open. You looked back at the sight of his large warm hands grazing up your ass, resting all the small area of your back.

"I have a couple rules for you, Kyojuro-" You whispered against his burning ears. Gracefully pressing softly against his earlobe. You heard his breath hiccup in his chest.

"Oh yeah?" His voice hung low in his throat, creasing your curved hips.

"First rule. You can't touch until I give you permission." Lust spewed through your words as you skillfully took his hands off your body.

"What-"

"It's your birthday, but I'm the one in charge now."

"Ok." He gasped as your breast were centimeters away from his parted lips. You watched as his red and golden irises soon deepened with passion.

You kept the distance. Snacking hand across the hem of his pants. With one hand you skillfully undid his belt. Painfully unzipping his pants in such a slow motion you heard a harsh whisper escape Kyojuro's lips.

"Wait. Can I touch you a little? Please-before you start." You had barely done much, and yet his beg was close to a whimper.

"No." You whispered as you leaned down further, your fingers hooked under his pants, on command his hips raised softly up the couch as you slid his pants off.

Springing into action his large cock was fully erect. You giggled out of excitement as you saw a small amount of precum spewing from the top.

"Please-baby." He begged.

"Huh?" Your voice was innocent.

"Please. I need to touch you." His whimpers were sweet. All you offered was a small smile as you slowly got down on your knees before him.

His golden eyes watched your body slide down. The rough carpet scrapped beneath your knees as you settled down in your position. Offering Kyojuro a cynical smile, you gripped softly around his thick member. Immediately he winced in pleasure. You gathered saliva in your mouth as you parted your lips slowly.

Sliding his thick head in, his eyelid became heavy. Fighting the urge to keep them open your eyes smiled back towards him as you began to take his member in your mouth.

Your eyes darted towards the sight of his hand slowly lifting off the couch. Sliding his member out of your mouth you said "No touching. Just keep your eyes on me."

"Please baby-"

"No."

You returned back towards his member. Opening your mouth wide your tongue slid against the under part of his shaft. Flicking your tongue against his tip you began to bob your head. Your delicate fingers soon scoop under his shaft. Juggling his sensitive balls in your hands his hips bucked as a reaction.

"Fuck-" The sound of his voice cracking was just the praise you needed.

You kept your pace steady, bobbing your head just far enough that his leaking tip bashed against the back of your throat. You loved the way his member felt in your mouth, you weren't sure how much longer he could stay like this.

"You look so beautiful like this-Taking me all in." His whimpers were sweet.

You noticed his fingers gripping against the soft plush of the couch beneath him. Veins decorated his hands. Playing into it, you sped up your pace. His eyes were locked on you, shutting yours you tried to restrict your gag reflect.

He was really restricting himself, if it was up to him his large hands would grasp against your hair, pushing your face further down as he fucked your face.

The sight of him falling into your submission was a rare one, you soon felt intoxicated by the power you held in your words. Your free hand soon traveled across your own plump chest, his eyes twitched as his focus now shifted towards your hand, creasing your own stomach your fingers hooked under the hem of your underwear.

You hadn't pleasured yourself in a while, surely since meeting Kyojuro you didn't have to. But you still remembered what to do. Sliding his member slowly out of your mouth you focused on his tip. Swirling your tongue between his slit his low grunt vibrated against your ears.

You detached his tip from your mouth just for a moment, locking eyes with Kyojuro you slowly slid your fingers in your mouth. Slowly closing your eyes you sucked on your own fingers. Removing them your mouth become full again with his throbbing tip.

"Fuck-"

"Babe-"

Your index finger slowly circled around your sensitive clit. Your lips detached from his cock just for a moment, enough time to let out a soft moan.

"You're gonna touch yourself in front of me?" He cried.

"Please baby-"

"Let me touch you please." He begged.

"Please." He cried. "Let me stratify you baby," His whimpers caused your heart to flutter.

One hand was down your underwear, the other soon gripped against his shaft. Becoming in sync you stroked both yourself and Kyojuro. Your jaw become tense just for a moment. Giving yourself a break you now allowed your hand to do most of the work.

"You're so fucking beautiful-" He moaned.

"Thank you baby- you're doing so good for me." You cooed softly, brushing your lips against his tip.

"I know you want to touch me-" You moaned.

"I wanna touch you so fucking bad. Please-"

Whispering sweet nothings against his throbbing members you dipped your head lower, kissing his sensitive balls softly.

"Sh-shit." His shoulders shuddered. You could tell by his body language he was going to snap soon.

"You're doing so good baby-" You repeated between kisses. "I'll reward you soon."

"I can touch you?" He cried out.

"Yes my love." You kissed up his shaft. "You just need to hold out a little longer, can you do that for me?" You blinked softly.

"Yes-"

All your actions came to a stop. Placing your hands on his thighs you slowly brought yourself up. His eyes once again scanned over your body. Latching on to your fingers as you tastefully took off your underwear, sliding them off your ankles you laughed at the sight of his lips trembling.

Leaning forward you kissed his burning ear. Working your way down his neck your hands continued to work his shaft.

"Since you're such a good boy you can touch me now-"

His hands gripped against your hips, swaying you forward his hungry mouth kissed every inch he could. Overstimulated himself you couldn't help but laugh. You became ticklish as his soft lips ate you up completely.

His finger tips gripped into your flesh, it was as if he was touching you for the very first time. To him it felt like an eternity since he last felt your hot skin beneath his fingertips.

He now shifted your body and laid you across the couch. Spreading your legs open your hands grazed upon him.

"You don't have to-"

"No. I want to." He interrupted you. "I need to taste you." He begged, inching his body further down yours.

His soft lips kissed the inside of your thighs. You watched as his eyes soon filled with lust at the sight of your glistening clit. He was a starving man, going in nose first his tongue was quick to take action. Lapping your clit your juices soon mixed with his saliva, creating the perfect amount of lube to satisfy you.

"Oh-"

"Oh-Kyojuro."

"You taste so fucking delicious-" He mewled just for a moment.

His coordination was off, frantic fingers scavenging your body it was like you deprived him of his sensation for an eternity. The pit in your stomach soon began to burn. Bucking your hips towards his face he took everything in. Wrapping hot fingers around your thighs he kept your hips lifted.

"Kyo-" You cried out.

It soon snapped, your head bucked into the soft cushion beneath you. Yet he still wasn't done with you, one hand released it's powerful grip from your thighs, quickly shoving two fingers inside your went entrance. Your head bashed against the cushion once more.

The snap in your stomach soon retied, a painful burning sensation brewed at the bottom of your stomach, now you were the one in submission.

"Kyojuro-"

"Fuck-"

"Kyojuro fuck-"

Your moans only fueled his passion more. Aggressively taking your abused clit against his tongue, this was the consequence of depriving him of your delicate body.

It wasn't until your eyes shot open, and your hips bucked against his hungry mouth. You felt your juices drip down your trembling legs. Hot tears flowed down your cheeks as mascara smudged around your eyes. His mouth finally departed from your clit. Rising above your body you failed to catch your breath.

"I need to bend you over." He panted against your ear. Lazy kisses landed all across your neck and jaw. Nodding slight you tried once more to catch your breath. His hands creased your back and he gentle guided you to sit up.

"Now."

As you got on your knees he continued to land kisses on your trembling body. His hand moved your hair off your shoulder, twisting your hair between his fingers, gripping down hard you moaned softly. You looked back at him for a moment. He was just admiring the view of your full ass just within reach.

Usually Kyojuro is very gentle, he loves to be face to face with you. Taking in all your movements as he slid his member in you. But this time was different, he grunted harshly as his thick head nudged between your folds. Tossing your head back a soft moan escaped your lips.

His grip around your hair tightened and he pushed himself fully in.

"I like how you tried to take charge." He panted.

"But we both know I own this-sweet, pussy." He grunted, pulling your hair back your wide eyes soon met his.

You felt his warm finger tip dance up your spine. Leaning over you his breath brushed against your hot ears.

"You even got yourself a sexy outfit, you know red is my favorite color." He whispered.

"Did you get this just for me baby?" His whisper sent a chill down your spine.

"Yes-" Your moan was no louder than a whisper.

"How sweet of you princess-" He cooed. Within a second he managed to unclamped your bra.

"You really are making my birthday special." He cooed.

"Just for you-" Your comment was cut short by a gasp.

Slowly but surely nudging his head into your entrance your sweet juices allowed a smooth entrance. Naturally, your back arched at the sensation of his thick member stretching you out. A soft moan barely grazed your lips, taking notice Kyojuro couldn't help but chuckle.

"Since you restricted me from touching you, I have a lot of making up to do." He grunted as his hand fully grasped your plump ass, kneading your skin he continued to push his member as far as he could in it.

Once it was settled in, he gentled pulled out slowly. Just for a moment, bringing your hips towards him he gave you a full thrust.

"Kyo-" you cried.

His hand still gripped against your hair, bucking his hips against yours his thrust were full of passion. You had no control of the loud moans that brewed in your chest. Biting down on you lip you tried to silence yourself.

"Don't silence yourself-" He begged. "I need to hear you."

Soon his hand released your hair, gracefully falling on your shoulders, both his hands rested on the small of your back. Digging his fingers in he controlled your hips as he continued to thrust in to you.

"Fu-ck. It feels so good." You moaned.

Your stomach now burned, unsure if you were able to handle another orgasm. You couldn't distract yourself, snapping back to focus as his hips crashed against yourself one more time.

"Fuck-" He grunted.

"I'm close-" You whimpered looking back at Kyojuro. His heavy lidded eyes were once against mesmerized by the sight of the recoil brewing from your ass.

"Me-me too." He grunted, releasing one hand from your waist, you moaned slightly at the sensation of his large hand smacking your ass, pushing harsher thrust into your abused cunt.

"Again-" You begged.

"Oh you like that huh?" He asked.

"Yes-" Your voice hitched as his thrust went deeper.

Moaning once more you felt your ass began to sting.

It snapped once again, dropping your head low your forehead rested against the cushion, shutting your eyes you were gasping for air. Kyojuro's thrust soon become sloppy, you heard his pants and realized he was close as well.

"I'm-"

"Shit."

Unable to finish his sentence he gave you one last thrust, nudging as far as he could inside you. You gasped at the feeling of his warm seed spreading through your cunt. Your eyes met his, looking at you his mouth hung open. Sliding out of you, you felt his cum slowly slide out of your cunt.

His finger grazed up your thigh, scooping up whatever substance dripped down your leg, nudging it back into your stretched hole.

"Kyo-" you cried.

"You know how I feel about this baby-" He whispered.

"I need it all inside you."

Sliding his fingers out you gasped as they brushed against your lips.

"Open."

Without being told further demands your lips softly parted, pressing his fingers into your mouth you sucked on them gently. He offered you the same cynical smile you gave him earlier.

"Now you're being a good girl." He whispered.

"The only fingers that need to be in your mouth are mine."

You nodded softly as you continued to suck the juices from his fingertips.

His hands gripped against your shoulders, pulling you backwards he laid against the couch, you twisted your body to adjust, resting your head against his chest his arms wrapped around you.

A few moments of silence fell between got both, soon your legs become numb. Unable to move from your position Kyojuro's heart beat pounded through his chest.

"Did you have a good birthday?" Your question was airy as your hand rested on his chest. Looking at each other with half lidded eyes, sharing a special moment of pure love.

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