Halloweenie 🎃

Day 1 of my self-proclaimed Softober.
Warnings: Modern AU, Language, Mentions of Alcohol Use, Female Reader, Implied Naughtiness

It’s 7:12 AM.

You awaken to the sun at your back, a fuzzy comforter clutched to your bosom, and a warm body melded to yours. 

Kyojuro’s features peek from fiery, ruffled locks. He’s soft and unguarded while he rests; slightly parted lips, relaxed brows, and a youthful charm wafting off his skin kissed by brilliant sun rays. He’s ten kinds of alluring in your eyes, juxtaposing the lively man he presents to the world. You tear yourself from his calming embrace, remis to your heart, screaming for you to sleep a bit longer. Giggle as Kyojuro whines quietly from the loss of your warmth. Kicks and thrashes, groping for you on your empty side of the mattress, further entangling himself in delicate linen and his drunken slumber.

Linoleum tiles are glacial on your toes whilst you tiptoe into the bathroom. Light floods the sterile space, and you squint against its brilliance. In the mirror, you ingest your visage of awkward juts of bone, smeared mascara, mottled skin, and disheveled hair. A crimson cape sits on your shoulders, complimenting your rumpled vampire mistress ensemble—in your drunken haste and laughter the previous night, neither of you managed to get your Halloween costumes off. Just landed in the bed with the finesse of sandbags. Slept so soundly amid a mess of limbs and moonlight, donning identical smiles as your breaths intermingled and sleep claimed you. 

Your plastic fangs clatter on the floor when Kyojuro creeps up behind your reflection, twining his arms around your waist. He slots his head into the crook of your shoulder, kneading gentle arcs into your round belly. Then, he watches you intently with a crooked smile and lidded, whisky eyes. Sways your body to an unheard song, wordlessly appreciating you. Fuck, this man is unreal. 

“Gonna shower,” you say, finally cracking under the weight of that gaze. Your eyes dart from his, heat branching up your neck. He nods with an approving hum and dislodges himself from you with a step back. You rummage through your makeup bag for a hair tie, attention averted. Attempt to slink away from his overpowering presence, but then…

Kyojuro, without warning, pilfers your breath. You’re wide-eyed as he twirls you ‘round and lifts you onto the counter as if you weigh nothing. Swiftly kneels before you as a knight would to his queen, his gaze fixated on yours. From here, he slowly peels your black stockings from your legs while saying, “You can’t hide from me, gorgeous.” You can’t fight down the flush inhabiting your cheeks this time, and the room comes to life with his laughter because of it. Dizzy with yearning, you lean back against the mirror whilst he kisses your ankle, his sweltering lips fastened there longer than necessary. He scorches a trail upward to your shin, kneecap, inner thigh. Imprints saccharine words into your skin, worshipping you like the ethereal being you are.

Of the many ways a woman finds herself in pure bliss, you knew a great deal of them thanks to Rengoku Kyojuro, your limber digits nestling into his hair whilst he ventures closer to the vertex of your thighs. 

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