Luna

You and Kyojuro didn't necessarily have the riskiest relationship. And that was okay. You two liked keeping things pretty vanilla, only experimenting if either of you had been fantasizing about something for a while. So overall, you kept things pretty plain. 

That didn't mean you didn't like to surprise each other once in a while, though.

You had been planning this for a while. You didn't normally get the chance to surprise Kyojuro, since he was always the one initiating things and pleasing you rather than seeking pleasure himself. But after several back-to-back missions and coming home exhausted, you can tell that he needed a break, and you were determined to satisfy him for a change.

You had spent the whole night getting ready, freshening up in the bathroom, and wearing your most seductive clothing. You sat in the bedroom, waiting for Kyojuro to arrive and putting on your best nonchalant face. In reality, you were a little nervous. Would he decline your offer? Say no and be grossed out at the idea? Your logical side could tell that you were just overthinking again, but you couldn't help it.

Just as you were about to get lost in your thoughts, the sound of the front door opening shook you out of your daydreaming, and you quickly sat up on your knees, trying to be extra alluring to your husband. “Im home.” You heard him call out, exhaustion evident in his tone. Usually he was so upbeat and loud, but these past few days had clearly taken a toll on him. 

“Im in here, Kyo.” You replied, preparing yourself for what was to come. When Kyojuro entered the room, he looked about ready to collapse, but his eyes widened when he saw you. “Hi, what's all this?” He said, referring to the lingerie you were wearing. You giggled and pulled him to sit down next to you. “I've been planning a surprise for you.”  

 “Oh? Is that so…what did you have in mind?” He asked curiously. 

“Well, if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?” You said, before reaching into the dresser to grab a special piece of silk. Kyojuro noticed what you had grabbed and his curiosity was only piqued further. “What is that?”

You paused. “Do you trust me?” you asked hesitantly.

“Of course.” He replied instantly, making you smile. You gently came up behind him and wrapped the silk fabric around his eyes- a blindfold. 

“You’re always taking such good care of me, all the time. But for once, I wanted to reciprocate my affection for you and pleasure you tonight.” You explained as you secured the blindfold around his eyes.

“Oh, you dont have to-” You quickly cut him off. 

“I want to.” you said definitively.

He chuckled. “And the blindfold?” he asked calmly. You slowly trailed a finger down his chest and found delight in the way his breath hitched.

“Because.” You started, your hands already beginning to explore his body. “I want you to focus on me, I want you to feel instead of think.”

He took a shaky breath, his lack of vision making every touch from you unexpected, but not unwanted. “O-okay…”

You took that as permission to really get started. You slowly undid his uniform shirt, more and more of his beautifully sculpted form being revealed as you pushed the shirt off of him and to the floor.  Your hands mapped out the expanse of his body, fingers tracing each scar and dip etched in his skin. At the same time, you leaned closer to kiss his jawline, each touch against his skin making him go crazy due to the unpredictability of it all.

“God, you- you’re making me insane…” He asked, a whimper building up in the back of his throat.

“Good.” You said, one hand gliding up his body towards his chest, two fingers pinching one of his nipples, making him yelp. 

“Fuck- dont just do that!” He said, sounding a little more pathetic than he intended to. 

“What, can't handle it when you're the one squirming?” You teased, bringing your head down to swirl your tongue around his sensitive nipple.

“It's just- oh- so much!” He gently bucked his hips, but you held him down, moving to straddle him and slowly undoing his pants as well.

“Hmm, well, now you know how I feel when you do this to me.” You joked as you pulled his cock out from his underwear, spitting on it so you could stroke him at a ruthless pace, making him moan loudly and reach for your wrist. “Oh god- please- I can't, my love!” 

“Oh, you can. I know you can.” You said, throwing the same words he would use on you all the time right back at him. It felt good to torture him for a bit, the way he would do to you. But you wanted to take it further, so you caught him off guard by lowering your head and taking him into your mouth. 

He let out a loud keen at the sensation of your wet mouth around his cock, his length twitching against your tongue as you moved to take him deeper. 

“Please, please, dont stop!” he begged as he neared his release. 

“So close already? I thought you could last longer, Kyo,” you teased before slipping your tongue out of your mouth and licking his tip. You engulfed his cock into your mouth again, sucking with vigor.

It wasn't much longer before he shouted and came, warm seed spilling onto your tongue, which you gladly swallowed. 

He panted as you removed the blindfold from his eyes, blinking as he adjusted to the light. “That wasn't too bad, right? You okay?” You asked as you kissed his cheek softly, his heart beating rapidly against your hand on his chest. 

“No, that was…amazing.” He smiled as he collapsed backwards on the bed. “You really know how to surprise me. I wouldn't mind more stuff like that.” He laughed. 

You laughed as well. “Yeah, well, maybe next time I'll tie you up.”

Neither you nor Kyojuro were heavy drinkers. Your flame-haired friend rarely touched alcohol after seeing his father drink enough for the two of them, and you just weren't a huge fan of it in the first place. 

But it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to share a drink every now and then. Whether it be after a Hashira meeting or after a mission, you had grown quite used to these little outings. Besides, a drink or two never killed anybody.  

If only you two didn't get carried away tonight…

You vaguely remember something about a drinking contest in the bar you and Kyojuro frequented, and while neither of you was a fan of drinking, you also never backed down from a challenge. So several shots and bottles of sake later, you and Kyojuro stumbled out of the bar, way more intoxicated than the two of you have ever gotten in your lives. 

Funnily enough, you were the one trying to hold the flame Hashira up. Despite the two of you drinking the same amount, he was more of a lightweight than you. Though: key emphasis on trying, you were still drunk out of your mind, so your ‘holding him up’ looked a lot more like both of you awkwardly stumbling around like a pair of idiots. 

You made it about 5 feet from the entrance of the bar before tripping over your own foot and tumbling into a nearby bush, pulling Kyojuro with you while you both yelped. 

You both looked at each other before you burst out laughing. Kyojuro sat up and blinked slowly. “S’ not funny…how are we gonna get home?” He slurred, only making you giggle more. 

“I dunno…I dont even remember where my house is….” You tried to sit up, your head spinning like crazy. 

“Youre lying. There's no way you drank that much. Cause if you did, im screwed..” He said, staring at you incredulously.

You tried to think for a moment, your head swaying a bit. “Uhm….Like, near the ramen shop…i think?” You sounded dumb, even in your own mind.

Kyojuro flopped back on the grass, covering his eyes. “Oh god, we’re doomed….”

You chuckled and tried to stand up, almost losing your balance but finding it eventually. You held a hand out to him. “Come on, Rengoku. We can camp out in the woods for tonight until we're sober.” He looked up, contemplating for a moment before taking your hand. You pulled him up, actually managing to do so without bringing both of you down again, and the two of you ventured into the woods. 

Eventually, you found a small part where the trees hung just right, grass soft as you sat down and leaned against one of the wisteria. “Lucky these were here. I dont feel like fighting a demon while drunk…” You said, giggling while Kyojuro sat next to you. He sighed loudly. “Agreed.”

It was quiet for a moment, only the sound of your mixed breathing and the gentle wind swaying the leaves of the trees filled the air. You turned to look at Kyojuro, who was already looking at you. You giggled again.

“Why are you laughing so much?” He asked, though there was a smile plastered on his red face. 

“Cause, like, I was sleepy before…but now im not..” You made yourself laugh again. He chuckled along with you. “That is a problem, not something to laugh about!” 

You shrugged, smile persistent. “I dont know. It's kind of funny, cause when im next to you, I always get like that.”

He looked at you, eyebrow raised. “Like what?”

“Nervous.” You said, staring up at him. 

He stared at you for a moment before looking away. You were sure it was the drinks, but you could have sworn his eyes flickered to your lips for a moment. 

“Do you ever, uhm…think about the future?” He said out of nowhere, snapping you out of your thinking.

“Oh? What do you mean?” You asked curiously, unconsciously leaning closer to him. 

“Like, what you would do if we weren't slayers anymore. If we retired.” He clarified.

“Well, I can't guarantee I'll live to see that-” you said somberly

“But if you did?” he interjected.

Truthfully, you had thought about it. Countless times before, actually. “I…guess I'd want to get married. Find someone who treats me well and wants a family.” You knew, though, that this was more of a fantasy than anything. The chances of living a long life in this profession were slim to none. 

He hummed. “...Me too.”

Without realizing it, your head had drifted onto his shoulder while you were talking, but he didn't move. Not even an inch. 

Another beat of silence passed before you moved your head and shifted to sit in front of him, staring at him deeply. “I like you.” You blurted out, feeling like you had no other choice but to say it right then and there. 

He blinked, processing your words. “I like you too.” He replied, not knowing what else to say.

You leaned closer, shifting your weight onto your knees as you continued. “I really like you.”

This time, you did catch his eyes drifting to your lips and quickly snapping back to your gaze. “I really like you, too.” He said quietly, almost a confession.

You somehow felt your face grow hotter, probably getting even redder from his words, alcohol be damned.

It was quiet again before you two moved at the same time, causing you to smack your heads against each other. You both let out a hiss of pain before laughing, you were still so drunk.

But that didn't stop you from grabbing his face in your hands, kissing him softly while he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

Things got heated fast. It felt like all this tension you two had was being released all at once, years of wanting coming to a halt on this very night. 

“We should…probably stop..” You said between kisses, but you made no move to do so. 

“You’re right. We’re both drunk…we might regret this.” He said, his hands moving under your shirt instead of ceasing. 

You paused. “Im drunk, but I dont think I'll regret this…will you?” You asked, staring down at him, eyes bleary and half lidded. 

He looked up, a similar love-struck expression on his face. “..No..”

Your hand moved to the back of his hair, tugging on it to give access to his neck so you could kiss it sensually. The hand under your shirt found your chest, just feeling the warmth of your own body against his skin and cupping it, biting back a groan at how soft your skin felt.

“I-I need to feel you, all of you.” he said, before reaching for your belt and pants, looking up to make sure it was okay. You nodded softly and watched as he undid your belt, slowly reaching his hand into your pants and feeling your wet heat against his fingers. You whined. The feeling of stimulation after nothing for a while was more relieving than you could have imagined. 

Your arms moved to his shoulders, gripping them tightly to stabilize yourself, his fingers expertly thrusting up into you as the slick in between your thighs coated his fingers.

“God, you’re so…how are you so good at that?” you asked, voice shaky as you bucked your hips upwards. 

“I wouldn't say I've had practice, but my fingers are quite dexterous…” He chuckled as he brought your face closer to his, kissing you passionately as he continued to fuck you with your fingers.

“Kyo, I can't take it anymore. I need your cock.” You said after breaking the kiss, lust visible in your gaze.

Kyojuro shuddered. “So vulgar…anything you wish, my love.”

It was a bit awkward to find a position, you both didn't want to get completely naked in the woods, but you were able to pull your pants down just enough that he could sheathe himself inside you, and you could straddle him. 

You two found a rhythmic pace; he would thrust up into you, and you would grind down, the pleasure immense, causing the two of you to moan. You rested your forehead on his, the two of you breathing heavily as you got lost in the sensation.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I won't be able to last long like this.” He let out a small whine, and you let out a shaky breath.

“Right there, keep going- ah!” You begged as Kyojuro pushed you down to the soft grassy floor, your moans increasing in volume as he was able to get a better position. “I can't- im going to- oh god!” It was too much to handle, and you came with a loud cry. 

“Im not far behind. Shit- youre gripping me so tightly. Take it, take it!” He yelled as he also came inside you, filling your insides with his warm seed. 

You two panted. He helped you sit up and put your pants back on. It was a bit gross, what with his cum still inside you, but it was better than being found naked from the bottom down in the middle of the woods by some random person. The night air grew chillier, and Rengoku wrapped his cape around you, despite the fact that you had your haori.

“You didn't have to do that.” You said, looking up at him, blushing. 

He chuckled softly. “Your comfort is more important than mine. Besides, I run warm, anyway.”

“Well, thank you.” You said bashfully, somehow forgetting that he was literally inside you two minutes ago.

He held you close while you lay your head on his chest, falling asleep and waiting for morning to come.

You loved every part of Kyojuro. He was hard not to admire, both physically and characteristically. He was kind, strong, brave, and handsome. He was so many things. You could spend hours just admiring each part of his well-sculpted body. 

Your favorite part of all had to be his hands, though.

They were strong and calloused, years of sword training etched into his skin. His fingers, long and thick, holding onto his heavy sword with ease and a tight grip, yet able to caress you so gently. Oftentimes, when you and Kyojuro were alone, and it was late at night, you two would lay on the futon together, and you would hold his hands close to your face, just admiring each ridge and knuckle. Kyojuro had taken notice of your admiration for his hands, and found it adorable.

And incredibly sexy. Could you blame him for taking advantage of this?

He sat upright on the bed, you between his legs, kneeling before him as you awaited what he had planned for you. He smiled down at you, not his usual bright grin he gave everyone, something softer- reserved just for you. His hand was caressing your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek gently. 

“I’ve seen the way you look at my hands, darling.” He said suddenly. You looked up at him, face flushed as he caught you doing exactly what he had said, staring at his hands. He continued, “I want you to suck on my fingers. Admire them the way I know you do.” He said, his thumb subtly moving to your lips. 

You felt your heart beat faster, surely he wasn't serious…? But that look in his eyes told you all you needed to know, looking down at you with such intensity that showed he was more serious than ever. 

“Okay.” You said, your voice unsteady as were your nerves. But you opened your mouth nonetheless, allowing Kyojuro's thumb to sit on your tongue. He chuckled at your obedience. “Good girl.” He praised, switching his thumb with his index and middle finger for better control. “Always so eager to please, especially me, right?” Being that your mouth was occupied, you simply nodded. 

Kyojuro's eyes were staring at you hungrily, the intense eye contact between the two of you making you want to look away, but you knew better than to do so. You continue to stare at him, your hand going up to hold his wrist as you swirled your tongue around his two digits, which were growing wetter with your spit. 

Kyojuro groaned deeply, his uniform pants feeling tighter from watching such a shameless display. Even if he’d asked for this, he wasn't expecting you to follow through with such…vigor. “God, look at you. You’re more eager than when you’re sucking my cock. Is this better? Hm? Sucking on my fingers like a shameless little vixen?” He asked, knowing you couldn't reply.

You let out a small gag as he pushed his fingers deeper, almost reaching the back of your throat. Your eyes began to water from the intrusion. “Come on, I know you can take it. Breathe through your nose.” You did as he asked, and though it was tough, you were able to take his fingers deeper. It did resemble sucking his cock a bit; you could understand why this was appealing. You shifted your thighs closer together, subtly trying to get some friction for your now aching sex. 

He wasn't a Hashira for no reason, though, and instantly noticed what you were doing. His other hand, which had been gripping the bedsheets quite tightly, came to rest on your thigh, a warning. “Go on, get them nice and wet, my love. These are the fingers that are going to fuck you later.” 

It wasn't often that you heard your lover speak so crudely, so it was certainly doing things for you. You moved your head back and forth, as if you were actually sucking him off, and slipped your tongue in between his two fingers, separating them. Kyojuro bit his lip, loving this display. He caught you off guard by shoving his fingers down your throat again, and causing a few tears to slip down your cheeks at the sudden intrusion.

Your eyes threatened to close, but you kept them open, still keeping your eyes on him at all times. As he watched the tears fall, the hand that was on your thigh came up to gently swipe them away, bringing his free fingers up to his mouth and licking the salty tears off them. You moaned around his fingers and he slowly pulled them out, admiring the amount of your spit coating them. He then broke his gaze away from his fingers to stare at you again.

Rengoku really wasn't one to brag, but he did love showing off his strengths. Especially in front of you.

He would often practice shirtless. Even if it was more efficient than practicing with his uniform shirt on, thats not why he did it. The look you would give him, like you were eating him up with your eyes, was more than worth it. 

He also loved to flex in front of you. With others, he thought it was unnecessary, there were better ways to show off his strength without shoving it in your face like a male peacock trying to flaunt, but with you, he thrived off it. How you would stare at his bulging biceps, feeling them up after asking ever so politely and subtly bite your lip at the firm feeling of his muscles. 

But his favorite way of showing off definitely had to be actually picking you up. 

He would do it all the time. Tired? No need to worry! He’ll sweep you off your feet in an instant! Need to reach something on a high shelf? Here's a little boost! You just want him to carry you? You dont even need to ask, and he's already doing it.

Thats probably why one of his go-to unconventional sex positions had to be wall sex.

He could lift you up no problem, and hold you in that position, your back against the wall and legs around his waist as he fucked up into you for hours and hours. 

“Fuck- Kyo- right there! Dont stop-” You would beg and plead for him to keep going, the position causing him to hit that special sensitive spot just right. Even after hours of doing this, cumming numerous times, and your legs starting to get sleepy, you would ask for more. And he would always deliver. 

“Right there? Yeah, that feels good, huh?” He said softly in your ear, his hips continuing their unrelenting pace as he kissed your neck and groaned, the feeling of your walls fluttering around him too much to handle. “You’re always so good for me. My beautiful, good girl.” You let out a whine at that, his praise always lifting you higher than you thought you could go.

“Kyo, please, im so close! I can't-” You closed your eyes, feeling your impending orgasm rising in the heat of your stomach, his thrusts bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” He held you with one hand, his other gripping your chin so you would look at him. You blearily opened your eyes, staring at him with lust evident in your gaze. “Come on, let go for me, my love.” He coaxed you into your orgasm and that was all it took, you let out a loud moan as you came, slick running down your thighs and coating his pelvis. He kept thrusting but slowed down, not wanting to overwhelm you but wanting to finish as well. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling weak but pulling him closer nonetheless. 

“S’ too much! God, please, please!” He was spurred on by your pathetic cries, moving faster and harder so he could finish sooner. 

“I know, I know my love. But you can take it, I know you can.” He grunted out as he pulled your hips closer, your back in an awkward position. But you couldn't care less, as long as he finished inside you, you were satisfied. 

He let out a shaky sigh, his cock twitching inside you, you could tell he was close. “God, you’re so perfect, so tight for me, im gonna-” He shivered and moaned as he finally came inside you. You two panted for a second, slowly coming down from the high as he helped set you down, your legs weak from being in that position for so long. 

Without thinking, he carried you bridal style, making you yelp. “You’re too strong for your own good.” You commented as he carried you towards the bathroom so you could clean up.