#RENGOKUS LAST PUSH !!!!! RENGOKUS VICTORY !!!!!!! ONE LAST TALK

[wisteriashouse]

three pointer.

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader

genre: fluff, romance, college!au

word count: 2453

remarks: for @kyojoroo​ who mentioned something about a college!au for kyojuro!! this is a bit of an ugly draft, but i just wanted to post it anyway (because i spent too much time on it) i hope you enjoy it!

“Great game!” 

“Yeah, you were a beast on the court, captain!”

“That last shot was insane! We wouldn’t have won without you!”

“Thanks, everyone,” Kyoujurou laughs as he steps into the communal showers, peeling off his basketball jersey as he goes. After a whole after non of so called friendly matches against a rival college, Kyoujurou can’t wait to get into the showers to wash all the sweat and grime that has accumulated off his body. “We all did great today, not just me. It’s our victory.”

“Oh, stop it with the humility, Rengoku, it’s embarrassing to watch,” someone shoves his shoulder playfully from the back - Kyoujurou turns around to see Tengen grinning at him as he steps into the shower next to his, tossing his own jersey to the side. “I’ll eat my gym socks if the headhunters aren’t brawling over you at this year’s nationals. They’ll be like a bunch of piranhas trying to get a piece of that ass.”

Kyoujurou shakes his head, but there’s a pleased smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Let’s just focus on making it to the finals firsts,” he says with a quick laugh, stripping off his shorts and stepping into the shower. Cold water runs down his back, splashes over his face. He glances at the clock hanging on the wall.

Five minutes to eight.

He reaches for the soap just as one of his teammates starts asking around where the rest want to head to for dinner. There’s a smattering of replies from the team, consisting of answers ranging from Wendy’s to the sushi place down the street, punctuated by the sound of running water. Kyoujurou, however, does not answer, focusing his attention on rinsing his hair clean of any soap suds before he’s reaching for his towel to dry himself off. 

Tengen, who’s in the shower next to him, notices how quickly he’s moving.

“What’s with the rush?” Tengen calls as Kyoujurou roughly dries his hair. “Are you that eager to head to dinner? Or,” his smile turns sly, “is it because of the cute waitress there who has the hots for you?”

“What? Don’t be stupid,” Kyoujurou reaches for his shirt, tugging it over his head and casting another glance at the clock. Eight o’ clock now. Damn, he’s late. “Besides, I’m not having dinner with you guys today. I have something else on.”

Tengen raises his eyebrows so fast Kyoujurou thinks that they might just fly off his forehead. “You have something else on?” He repeats, so loudly he might as well be trying to broadcast it to Mars. And to nobody’s surprise, least of all Kyoujurou’s, everyone in the showers is immediately aware of Kyoujurou’s dinner plans.

“Ehh? Captain, you’re not coming with us for dinner?”

“Yeah, we were gonna treat you and have some drinks after!”

“No, no, everyone, let him go,” Tengen’s eyes glint, and instantly Kyoujurou knows that his thoughts are ballooning far beyond the reaches of reality. “He’s definitely got himself a date, fucking finally-” Kyoujurou slaps a hand over Tengen’s mouth to shut him up before another word can leave him. The man might be one of his best friends, but god can he be annoying sometimes.

“I am going to dinner with a friend.” Kyoujurou emphasizes on the word ‘friend’. Tengen waggles his eyebrows very suggestively at him.

“A very… flamboyant type of friend?” He suggests, and Kyoujurou throws his towel at him. This, unfortunately, only serves to make Tengen all the more insufferable than he already is, the man dissolving into a bout of uncontrollable laughter. Kyoujurou groans.

“Stop it.” Sending one last look at the clock, he gathers up his things and shoves them into his backpack before pulling on his varsity jacket as fast as he can. “I’m meeting a very friend sort of friend for dinner, so don’t get any funny ideas. And stop it with the moaning noises,” he directs his last comment at Tengen, who’s still laughing at him. “I’ll see you guys for training tomorrow!”

As expected, a few shout goodbye in return while the rest hoot and holler for him to introduce them to his ‘special friend’ soon. With a quiet laugh and a shake of the head, Kyoujurou steps out of the sports hall, grateful for the cool evening air against his warm cheeks. Really, why do they feel the need to tease him like that?

He’s just about to take off at a light jog when his phone vibrates in the front pocket of his jeans.

Wincing around a slight smile, he hits ‘answer’ and raises the phone to his ear without a glance at the caller ID, the soles of the shoes slapping lightly against the pavement as he picks up a steady pace.

“Hey.” Kyojuro says. He hopes his voice doesn’t sound too breathless.

“You’re late.”

“We went into overtime and the match ended late.” The lights are red when he reaches the crossroads, so he slows his pace and takes a moment to catch his breath. A car honks loudly opposite him. “Sorry about that.”

“Hmm.” A noncommittal noise, and then a pause. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Dinner?” He repeats. The lights turn green, and he begins to jog once more. “Uhh… a double cheeseburger set and a coke zero.” It’s difficult to run and talk at the same time, more so over the phone with his backpack jostling with every step he takes. 

“Tempura side?”

A short bark of laughter leaves him. “You know me too well.” There’s a smile stubbornly clinging to his lips. He doesn’t want to get rid of it.

“You’re about as easy to read as a piece of paper.” A snort, then quieter, “I’ll be waiting for you at the diner.” Before Kyoujurou has the chance to say his own goodbye, the call hangs up on him. He holds the phone up, looks at it for a moment in amusement and laughs, before shoving his phone back into his pocket and quickening his pace, a new spring in his step.

You’re not a person who likes to be kept waiting.

>>> 

The distance to the diner isn’t very far from the sports hall, so Kyoujurou takes only about ten minutes, at a light jog, to make it there. Slightly out of breath from the exertion, he takes a moment to catch his breath and collect himself, before he pushes open the door to the diner, eyes immediately searching the inside for-

You’re seated at one of the booths, dressed in a comfy oversized hoodie and idly scrolling through your phone as you wait for him, two trays of untouched food on the table in front of you. At the sight of you, his mood lifts instantly - you don’t seem to have noticed him yet, so he waits for a moment before he makes his way over to you, sliding into the seat opposite.

You look up from your phone, and Kyoujurou beams, shucking his bag to the side.

“Hey.”

You raise an eyebrow at his chipper attitude, glancing at the screen of your phone as you set it to the side. “You are,” your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek, “twenty minutes late.”

Kyojuro puts his palms flat on the table and bows his head sincerely. “I am very sorry,” he says, suitably chastened. “Please forgive me.” You look at him for a moment, then open your mouth to speak.

“Did you win?”

At that, the smile that Kyoujurou has been trying so hard to keep down inevitably breaks through. “Mmhmm,” he says, and he swears he catches a ghost of a smile touching your lips as well.

“Then I’ll let you off this time.” You push his tray towards him, condensation gathering on the outside of his drink. You’ve been waiting twenty minutes for him, after all. 

“You could have started eating first, you know?” Kyoujurou says, slightly worried as he begins unwrapping his burger. “It’s not healthy to eat too late, and I know you skipped lunch for your project today.”

You shrug off his concern, lazily stealing a fry from his tray before he can stop you (not that he would, even if he could). “Wanted to eat together.” Is all you say in form of an answer, before popping it into your mouth.

Kyoujurou blinks at you, then reaches over to put a few more fries on your tray. He really needs to work on hiding his smile.

“Have some more, then.”

The two of you eat in comfortable silence amidst the chatter and noise ongoing behind you. Occasionally, Kyoujurou pauses between bites to ask you about your day, how your tests went. Conversation swells and ebbs easily between the two of you, never awkward, and the silence is always comfortable.

He finishes his meal first, demolishing the entire tray of food in a few big bites that would make Godzilla proud. Calling for an ice cream (because he’s still hungry), Kyoujurou settles his head on his hands, content to watch you eat, but to his surprise, you’re the one who speaks up first with an unexpected question.

“So, nationals.” You say, slowly. “When are they?”

Kyoujurou pauses, then blinks up at you, unsure if he’s mistaken the word ‘finals’ for ‘nationals’. You’ve never showed an interest in any of his basketball matches before, due to your dislike of large crowds and excessive screaming - hence, almost every basketball game ever. As far as he remembers, you’ve never even been to a game since… well, ever. Still, you asked, so Kyoujurou will answer. 

“They start next month.” Kyoujurou sits up, back a little more straight. “Why?”

Ignoring his question, you simply continue. “It’s a big deal for you, isn’t it?” You lift your burger and take a bite out of it. “Your future, and all that.”

Kyoujurou exhales a bit before he smiles again. “Yeah, it’s huge. All the headhunters from the professional teams will be watching. I can’t afford to show them anything but my best if I’m serious about becoming a professional athlete in the future.”

You make a face. “That sounds… awful, to be honest.” Kyoujurou laughs at that. Instead of taking another bite of your burger, you take a breath, set it to the side and look at Kyoujurou seriously. Confused by the sudden change in mood, Kyoujurou looks back at you, back straightening subconsciously and leaning forward more so that he can hear you better. “Since that’s the case, do you…” you pause for a second, seemingly hesitant, which really piques Kyoujurou’s interest. “Do you want me to-”

Kyoujurou never does find out what it is that you’re suggesting, because in the next second you’re interrupted by an ice cream being set down on the table between you. You, as usual, fall silent in the presence of an unexpected stranger, and Kyoujurou wants to groan. Talk about bad timing. It had seemed serious.

“Oh, it’s you again, captain.” Kyoujurou looks up to see the waitress smiling at him - she’s the one who usually serves his team when they stop by here for team dinners. He returns her smile politely. “It’s surprising to see you here with someone other than your team.”

“I had plans with a friend,” Kyoujurou gestures at you, not noticing the slight frown that tugs at your mouth. The waitress’ mouth forms a slight ‘o’ of realisation at the word ‘friend’, fidgeting with the serving tray in her hands before she speaks again.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your time with your friend here,” she says, suddenly, and her nervous tone gives Kyoujurou pause. Was Tengen right somehow? Did she really have a crush on him? “But you’re a sweet person and I think you’re really cute, so… if it’s alright… may I have your number to get to know you better?”

Kyoujurou blinks up at her, caught off guard by the sudden question - yet he finds his eyes instinctively straying to you. Your expression is neutral, both hands wrapped around his sundae as you begin digging into it, seemingly paying no attention at all to his business with the waitress.

Pressing his lips together, Kyoujurou turns back to the waitress, giving her a smile. “Thank you for your affection, I’m deeply honoured. However,” he pauses, making sure that his voice is carefully gentle before he continues, “I’m afraid that I already have someone else I am interested in. My deepest apologies.”

“Oh.” Her voice comes out tiny. Her eyes dart towards you, just for a moment, but once again you don’t seem to notice, attention still completely riveted on his ice cream. “No, no, it was my fault. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 

“Not at all!” Kyoujurou is quick to reassure her. “I think you’re a lovely woman, surely soon you will meet a partner worthy of you who returns your feelings.”

The waitress squeaks out a ‘thank you’ before she escapes into the kitchen, serving tray clutched to her chest. With that over, Kyoujurou turns back to you with an apology on his lips, only to be surprised to see that you’re staring at the kitchen door the waitress has just disappeared through.

“That happens often,” you comment lightly, taking another bite of his sundae. “You must be used to rejecting them by now. Did you come up with that excuse on your own?”

I’m afraid I already have someone else I am interested in.

Kyoujurou’s mouth opens, lips parting slightly and an answer hanging from the tip of his tongue, but before the words can escape him he closes his mouth firmly. He looks at you, watching as you swirl a fry in his ice cream before popping it into your mouth, before you look up at him expectantly. It is not in his nature to lie, so…

“You’ve finished all my ice cream,” he says, tone lighthearted. “I wanted dessert, you know.”

You glance at him, eyes narrowing slightly, but you don’t press the issue, looking down at his ice cream again. “I’ll buy you another one if you want.” You shrug. “Food always tastes better when stolen from someone else.”

Kyoujurou has to shake off a smile before he rises to his feet, hiking his bag over his shoulder. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.” Although the stroll is done so in comfortable silence, the topic of the waitress does not resurface, and Kyoujurou can’t help but feel just a hint disappointed. When you bid him goodbye at the door, your expression is just as unreadable as ever, and Kyoujurou does not know what to make of it.

He never manages to find out what it was that you wanted to talk about, either.

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[animatedarchives]

hi Soph! can I request for demon slayer? about comforting boyfriend, Kyojuro. the reader has a few hardship and really have a her mood down and Kyojuro comforting her and shower her with love. so she found hee strength again in her boyfriend. thank you very much!!! I'm looking forward to it 😍😍

author’s note: HIIIII NIKKIIII 😙 i’ve been in my rengoku feels since watching mugen train so i hope you like this little rengoku comfort fic 😌 MUCH LOVE BABY thanks for requesting 🥰❤️

WARMTH

— 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎

genre: comfort fluff, a little angst at the start

warning: not much, just crying from stress :(

word count: 1k words

Your sobs echoed throughout the empty room, filling the air as your resolve finally came crumbling down.

I can’t do it. I can’t do it. It’s all too much. I can’t do it.

The pressures of the world were bearing down on you, pushing you deeper into the ground until it felt like you were suffocating under all the stress. It only made you want to cry even more.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps outside your room and you immediately froze. Crap, did they hear you? You quickly wiped your eyes on your sleeve, wincing at the sharp sting that came when you rubbed them.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Shit.

You sucked in a breath, willing the soreness from your eyes to go away as his footsteps got closer to your bedroom. You tried to erase all signs of your sadness — fixing your hair, rolling back your shoulders — because you didn’t want him to worry about you. You didn’t want to be anymore trouble than you already were. You didn’t want to be another burden.

The door creaked open and you put on a plastic smile.

“Welcome back, Kyojuro!” you greeted in fake cheerfulness, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the slight hoarseness of your voice.

“Hello darling. I’m sorry I took so long,” he apologised while setting down some plastic bags on the table, the contents in them almost spilling out when he let go.

“I thought I’d drop by the mart to get us some food before—” he paused as he finally turned to look at you. “Hey… were you crying?”

Rengoku’s eyebrows knitted together in concern, and worry was etched into every crevice of his face. You should’ve known he would have been able to tell.

You didn’t know what to say, your mind still foggy from all the tears you’d shed earlier. You were tired and exhausted, so you just stood there, speechless as Rengoku slowly approached you.

Before you could register what was happening, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and engulfed you in a hug. It wasn’t too tight in that it made you feel suffocated, but it wasn’t too loose in that it felt like he didn’t care. It was... just right.

At first, your body was stiff against his chest, not knowing what you should do or how to react. You were so numb from crying so much. You didn’t want to think. You couldn’t. So all you could do was listen to the steady beating of his heart.

But Rengoku never let you go. He continued to embrace you, to shower you in his affection. Because he knew that love didn’t always come in the form of words. They could be shown through the simplest of actions too.

And when you finally realised the message of care he was trying to convey, a tear slipped from your eye and left a warm trail down your cheek.

You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him back as you cried into his shirt. He rubbed your back soothingly, calming you down as you let out all your emotions — real, raw and bare.

Rengoku never rushed you into speaking. He waited patiently for you to come down from your high, giving you all the time you needed as you underwent catharsis. Your crying slowly turned into sobs, which eventually turned into sniffles, until finally, there was a comfortable silence.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, tenderly bringing a hand to your face to wipe away the last of your tears. You told him everything that was weighing on your heart, seeing no need to hold back anymore. You told him how tired and helpless you felt, and how life seemed to be getting too hard, pushing you around relentlessly every day.

“It’s just... it’s all too much Kyojuro,” you sighed, starting to get choked up with emotion. “I can’t take it. I can’t do it. It’s... it’s all too much.”

Your vision began to blur again, and Rengoku took the opportunity to gently wrap your hand in his large, strong ones.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he said softly, and you slowly raised your glassy eyes to meet his.

“You know I’ll always be here for you, right?”

You weren’t sure whether it was the fire in his bright orbs that burned only for you, or just the blatant reassurance that you could always lean on him whenever you were in trouble. Whatever it was, his declaration alone was enough to stir up the emotions in your heart, and make your chest swell once again.

You nodded meekly, trying to force down the lump in your throat.

“You don’t have to face things alone, my dear. I’ll be right by your side and we can figure this out, okay?” he smiled, bringing his hand up to carress your tear-stained cheek. “Together.”

You never knew one word could hold so much power, but you felt your heart clench. It was like you were in the presence of the sun. Your problems began to burn up in the blazing light, and you were finally able to see the horizon of infinite possibility. And under his unwavering gaze, you found the revelation you needed.

Life may be challenging alone, but with the strength of those around you, victory was surely within your reach.

With newfound hope in the promise of partnership, the sides of your mouth began to curl upwards and you nodded at him in agreement.

“Together.”

Rengoku grinned with pride, watching as a genuine smile settled on your lips and you wiped your eyes for the final time that day.

“Come here,” he said, opening his arms wide enough for you to crawl into them. You sat in his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist, resting your head on his chest as he held you close to his body.

His comforting scent surrounded you, as did the warmth that exuded from his affection. You inhaled deeply, breathing him in before exhaling all the tension within you. With the assurance of his steadfast love, you were finally able to let go of all your stress.

“I’ll carry you whenever you’re weak, Y/N,” he vowed, without a single hint of doubt in his voice. You smiled and nodded into his chest as he placed a soft, yet firm kiss on the top of your head — a silent seal of sincerity.

“I promise.”

© written and published by animatedarchives 2020. please do not steal or repost. thank you.

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Congrats on 300 followers!!! May I request general prompt 154, general prompt 109, sexual prompt 184, sexual prompt 177, sexual prompt 164 and sexual prompt 189 for Kyoujurou please!

109: “ Why are you naked? ”

154: “ There’s only one bed… ”

164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”

177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”

184: “ Can I touch you? ”

189: “ The nights still young. ”

Thank you very much! Of course you may :) as a resident Kyojuro slut, this was a lot of fun to write lol. it kinda got a bit too long for a drabble but oh well 

A little sigh escaped their lips as they walked into the room; they could still hear Kyojuro profusely thanking the owner of the inn, a kind old lady who had found a room for the pair of demon slayers in the middle of a summer night, under the pouring rain and without any previous notice. They had showed up at her door, beaten, bloody and soaking wet, and yet she had taken them in with a gentle smile. Her kindness didn’t go unnoticed by the flame pillar, and as usual, he voiced his thankfulness vehemently.

They sat on the outside deck waiting for the golden haired man to return after a much needed and deserved bath, absentmindedly staring at the rain as they petted their still wet kasugaigarasu. The pair had reported their victory on their last mission and promptly received a reply from Oyakata-sama; a compliment for their usual efficiency and speed, along with an order to find shelter from the storm and rest till the morning.

The sound of wooden sandals on the tatami floor reached their ears, the steps unmistakably Kyojuro’s. The pillar slid the door open, still smiling brightly as his eyes searched for them. Clad in a white yukata and looking as stunning as ever, he sat on the futon and patted the spot next to him, causing them to chuckle and walk over to take a seat besides their partner.

“Sorry for the wait.” He threw them an apologetic smile. His companion shook their head with a dismissive gesture of the hand accompanied by a smile. Kyojuro’s hair was still wet from both the rain and the bath he had just taken, so he wore it down, instead of his usual style. The light summer fabric from his yukata hugged his body on a way it could only be described as delicious, the white contrasting perfectly with his glowing sun-kissed skin. He was such a beautiful and kind man; sometimes they still wondered how he had chosen them out of all people.

“Ahhh, I’m so tired.” He exclaimed, stretching his arms out, then folding them behind his head as he laid down on the futon, closed eyed. He stayed like that for a couple seconds before abruptly sitting up, eyes wide open again. “Oh!”

“What is it?”

“There’s only one bed… ” He seemed to realize all of a sudden. They resisted the urge to laugh; it had been obvious since the beginning. It wasn’t that big of a deal in all honesty, they had slept together in multiple occasions.

“Don’t act like we’ve never slept together before.” They teased him, though their cheeks were dusted in pink as they stood up, heading to the onsen for a quick bath. When they returned, Kyojuro was already under the futon; he turned to face them when they laid next to him, with his usual beaming smile, and they returned the gesture. Suddenly, realization hit them.

“Why are you naked?” They asked, trying to keep their cool but failing miserably. The flame pillar blinked a couple times, seemingly confused.

“Cause its hot?” came his reply, said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Does it make you uncomfortable? Should I put my clothes back on?” He rushed to ask.

“N-no, its fine, just go to sleep already.”They turned away from him in embarrassment. Rengoku threw his arm around their waist, bringing them closer until their back was pressed against his chest, letting them feel the heat radiating from his skin. He inched closer to press a couple kisses to their neck, but when they moved their head back to give him more room, he stopped; undoubtedly teasing them, of course. Luckily, two could play that game. They arched their back, pushing their rear against the male, slowly rotating their hips and making him groan under his breath. They ceased once they felt the effect of their ministrations on his body.

“Stop teasing me so much…” He whined, and they chuckled. The loose yukata they wore had been slowly sliding down their arms, barely covering their chest by now, leaving their skin exposed to the pillar, who leaned to kiss their shoulder.

“You started this, though.” They reminded him.

“I know, I know.” He sighed, returning the favor and pressing his hips against their behind. This time it was their turn to hold in a grunt, heat pooling between their legs, turning around to capture his lips in theirs. In a matter of a couple minutes, Kyojuro found himself on top of them, admiring his partner from his spot; their blushed cheeks, disheveled hair, swollen lips and sparkling eyes leaving him in awe.

“Can I touch you?” He inquired, golden eyes never leaving theirs. His partner just nodded, shyly covering their mouth with the back of their hand. Calloused hands made their way down their body, savoring every inch with no rush. He slowly removed their yukata, leaving them bare in front of their lover; even though it wasn’t the first time, it didn’t make it any less embarrassing. They reached up to help him out of his clothes.

“Pretty eager, huh?” He teased them; they arched an eyebrow, palming the proof of his own excitement.

“It looks like I’m not the only one.” Was their response, making him laugh loudly in agreement.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t wait any longer…”

“Then don’t.”

Kyoujuro reached out to hold their hand as he entered their body, their warmth welcoming him and making him gasp slightly. He still couldn’t get used to that feeling, way beyond the physical realm, no matter how many times it happened.

“You’re so beautiful.”He murmured once he was all the way inside, staring at them lovingly as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from their face, where a light layer of sweat had stuck it to their skin.

“Like you’re one to talk.” They replied, making him laugh and wrapping their arm around him to bring him closer. His boisterous laugh was soon replaced by low grunts, matching his partner’s moaning. He swiftly pulled one of their legs over his shoulder, still not letting go of their hand. Their tongues met in a fight he ended up winning, causing him to smirk; they bit his lower lip as revenge. He snapped his hips over and over again, the room filling with the sound it made when it hit their skin. They moaned out his name when he found that spot that had them seeing stars, all shyness long forgotten, driving him crazy. Their nails raked down his broad back, leaving marks that would most likely still be there in the morning. They tightened around him as they reached their peak, calling out his name. The pressure, along with the sight of his partner coming undone, was enough to send him over the edge. He pulled out just in time to spill himself on their stomach and chest, panting, his lips searching for theirs almost desperately. He laid back down next to them as they both came down from their high. The need to be constantly touching his partner was way to great to ignore it, so he opted to wrap his pinky around theirs. They returned the gesture without hesitating, more than used to his manner.

“Kyojuro?” They called him after a little while, cheeks burning yet again, earning a hum as a response from the blonde man. “The night’s still young.”

“It is, indeed.” His smile widened as he leaned in for another round.

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