Forever by your side

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Rating:
Mature

Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:
F/M

Fandom:
鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)

Relationship:
Rengoku Kyoujurou/Reader

Character:
Rengoku Kyoujurou, Reader

Additional Tags:
Reader-Insert, Kitsune, Kitsune Rengoku, Knotting, Smut,
Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Penis In Vagina Sex, Rough Sex,
Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Alternate Universe,
Unprotected Sex, Marking, Licking, Claiming Bites, Biting,
Grief/Mourning, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex

Stats:
Published: 2022-05-10 Words: 4553
 Forever by your side
by PhysicalTurian
Summary

The Demon Slayer Corps had lost against Muzan, it had

been months since you had last seen Rengoku and when
you finally meet him again…he has changed.
A Rengoku birthday fic
[She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical
description; Everyone +18] [AFAB!Reader]

Notes

AU! Muzan wins, purr. Rengoku is a wittle Kitsune

demon
I’d like to thank my friend for beta’ing this until late at
night so I could post it before midnight and honor our
little Rengoku.
Wrote this in like 5 hours or something, I think it’s a slay,
enjoy.
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It had been so long since I had last seen him. Probably more
than a year.
The fact that he wasn’t dead and yet, I had not gotten any news
from him, made it worse. I could not mourn him, I could only
long for him with each passing day. Mourning his missing
presence and his joyfulness. The mansion was almost empty,
so many of us had died during the fight against Muzan, a fight
we did not win.
A fight that could have been won if he had been by our side.
Because he would have kept us hopeful, he would have kept
us strong—but he wasn’t there.
He had disappeared that day after the train incident.
Tanjirou had reported that he had been taken away by Akaza
but he was never found after this. I trusted Rengoku to be
strong enough to defeat the upper rank three but his
disappearance had proven that he was either staying low to not
get found or that… he had died.
This unknown, this doubt that had settled in my stomach that
day was never leaving. It kept me awake at times, I would
dream of him almost every night—of how he would smile,
how he would hold me, touch me, kiss me.
I missed him, I missed him so much and it hurt every day to
battle between hoping and giving up, between believing he
had survived or hoping he was dead—for his sake. Because if
he had been taken by demons and they had managed to turn
him into one of them, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to live
through that.
I wasn’t sure of much…
I was actually sure of nothing.
Ubuyashiki was not there to guide us anymore and all those
who had survived had decided that retiring was better, safer—
except for Giyuu, who lived in the same village I moved to.
But even if we were so few, I had to keep going and so I
continued to go on missions. Sometimes Giyuu would join
me, the rest of the time he was more of a solitary swordsman. I
was also more than aware of how hard this defeat had been on
him, but no matter how much I tried, he would not open up.
Even with his reticence to speak about his feelings, we would
eat together when we were not both on a mission. It was silent,
heavy… filled with grief—it was a nightly routine of two
people, trying hard to hang onto that thread of hope, but it felt
nice nonetheless. We both needed that, we both needed
someone that had gone through all of this, someone that
understood the pain we felt. So we stuck together, and it was
perhaps all that kept us alive—that, and the strong feeling we
had to protect others upon failing to do the bigger part that was
defeating Muzan.
Such a defeat was still not enough to stop me, because when
I’d close my eyes, I’d see his smile and it was enough to keep
me going. But recently, that strength was wavering. The more
time went on, the more I started to think that holding onto him
was useless and that I should just consider him dead, no matter
how hard I tried.
With a shake of my head, I took off my shoes before entering
my house then started humming a melody to myself—the
moment I stepped inside the house and closed the door, I felt a
presence inside nearby and stopped humming a second before
resuming. I needed to act like I didn’t know what was going
on, that way I could take it by surprise. It felt like a demon, it
had that same bitterness but it was not a weak one, far from it.
It felt oddly warm and familiar, but I couldn’t let it get to me.
With my sword still by my side, I hummed some more and
walked around while checking the rooms, soft steps by soft
steps.
There wasn’t a sound except for the cold wind against the
shutters outside, the same wind that sent shivers down my
spine as a soft breeze went through the house. Something was
open; a window or a door, I didn’t know—but something was
open and was making everything so cold. So why did it feel so
warm somehow?
As I took a deep breath, I walked towards the strange warmth,
then when I found myself close enough, I unsheathed my
sword and as I slashed through, I did not feel any resistance
against the blade. Nothing.
Turning around to look where the demon was, I saw nothing.
Then out of nowhere, the pressure around me was heavy and I
felt a strong arm wrap around my throat as a claw grazed my
cheek delicately, “My love, did I not teach you to never let
your guard down?” A familiar voice said. The hand that I had
placed on his arm went numb, I let go of him in an instant and
suddenly felt sick—and afraid, and happy at the same time. It
was a messy concoction that had my head spinning. He was
the first to step away, but only for a second as he let himself
fall back on a huge amount of pillows and blankets he had
gathered there for comfort, “Do not stay mute! I’ve come
back!” He exclaimed enthusiastically.
But I couldn’t look away from his pointy teeth, and the way
his big orange tail laid on his lap before moving to his back
when he leaned forward, his dangerous claws digging inside
his clothed thighs, “I would assume the change in my–”
Before he could finish, I stared at him in awe and stated,
“You’re a demon.” His ears moved back as if I had just
screamed the most awful thing at him.
His eyes flickered to the serious gaze I knew, one of a man
perhaps ashamed of his choice, but one that he had made
nonetheless, “It took some time to get used to, I will admit. In
all honesty, I fought Muzan’s blood for months,” he paused
and leaned back in the pillows as he crossed his legs like a
tailor, his eyes now softer when he looked at me, “Once it was
too late, I had to take time to accept that change in myself.” He
scoffed with a sweet smile before standing up quickly and
grabbing me as he fell back on the pillows and had me laying
on him. The ease he had in grabbing me made him laugh, I
saw it, but I could not find the strength to keep my guard up—
not when it was with him. I was still distraught, but… He was
still the same.
Sure, he had a few more characteristics of a Kitsune, but while
he looked like a trickster demon, he was anything but. Gently,
I cradled his face in my hands and stared down at him while
his hands placed themselves on my waist, “Am I dreaming
again?” I whispered, “Kyou, wake me up, please.” I pressed
my forehead to his and closed my eyes, “It looks too real, I
can’t take it, wake me up. It hurts so much, stop it.” I
continued, this pressure in my chest felt too painful, it was like
my heart was being torn away from my chest. And knowing
this was just a manifestation of my strongest desires made me
even more ashamed and sad about it all.
“Dreaming of you, turning into a demon? How selfish can I
be? You would rather die than be like them, I–” I let out a
shaky breath and hugged him, even if I knew it was all wrong.
His body tensed and I felt him wrap his strong arms around me
before helping me sit comfortably on his lap, “It’s not a dream,
please believe me.” His hold tightened and for a second, I
wanted to do just that: believe. His hair had grown longer, his
mane was even more messy than usual but it still looked so
good. The orange had turned bloody red and on his forehead,
between his eyes, were four little dashes of red that did not
look like paint. It was part of his demon marks and it looked
like a setting sun. “It does not make sense, my sun. Why
would you—how are you even–” I did not know which
question to start with, but my eyes did wander about his body,
looking all over it, behind it—and noticing three tails and not
just one.
With a flushed face, Rengoku grinned, a toothy, pretty grin,
“Do you wish to take a closer look?” He had asked, not giving
me time to answer as he undid his kimono and let it pool
around him. I did not know what to expect, but seeing the red
sun-like pattern, similar to the one on his forehead, now fully
exposed on his chest left me with eyes wide open. A red line
traveled from his sternum to his lower stomach, and further, it
looked… inviting. “Why act like it’s the first time you are
seeing me, my love? Have we not seen one another naked on
multiple occasions?” He laughed as he grabbed my hand and
helped me caress his chest and lower before stopping at his
crotch, a small smirk drawing itself on his lips, “Perhaps this
reunion would call for a reenactment of those many nights
spent together.”
I looked up from his chest and met his playful eyes in
astonishment and excitement, that made him chuckle softly,
“So carnal promises are what make you smile?” Rengoku
leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss on my lips before
moving his hands to my shirt as he slowly pushed it off my
shoulders. I couldn’t help but kiss back with a bit more fervor
only to have him bite my lips with the perfect amount of
pressure to not tear the skin. I let out a muffled pained moan
and heard him breathe, “My love, you better be careful there. I
can assure you that turning into a demon did not even remotely
help with my desire to have you stark naked under me—if
anything, it had me develop more urges to have you scream
my name in pleasure.” This little knot in my stomach only
grew as he spoke, but even through the excitement, one
question remained while I kneaded my fingers through his
hair.
“Would you answer one question of mine before having me in
such a debauched state?” I asked with a soft chuckle while
letting him undress me. He did not have much patience for my
pants and tore them off before looking up at me with those
bright golden eyes that had no writings in them, even though
he was probably stronger than the upper moon three now,
“Absolutely, my love. As much as I want you right now, I
would rather have you reassured–” “Kyou, why did you stay
alive? Why did you fight so much, why in the end accept this
state you are in?” I asked in all seriousness. His hands that
were on my thighs did not move, his claws weakly dug in my
skin as he looked to the side and pondered the best way to
answer me.
He was no greedy man, he was never in it for power or
strength, he must have had another reason. My curiosity was
satisfied rapidly when he gripped my thighs and pulled me
towards him, my back hitting the pillows while he hovered
over me, “Because I allowed myself to be selfish,” He kissed
my lips tenderly before pulling down the cotton undershirt I
wore and nipping at my breasts, earning himself a breathy
moan from my person, “And leaving you alone did not feel
right, so I thought,” another kiss lower this time, my hands
found their way to his hair—his ears more precisely. By doing
so, I hadn’t expected him to grunt against my skin with a
chuckle, “Mmm, careful songbird, let’s say… Demon blood
has me more impulsive and your hands on one of my new
sensitive spots is not helping much.”
I quickly muttered an apology and let go before gripping the
roots of his hair delicately; he thanked me under his breath and
resumed, “ So I thought, I either fight the demon blood or I
master being a demon. The former being a failure, I only had
one option left.” The tip of his claws grazed my stomach as
they stopped at my underwear and he looked up at me with
playfulness, “With the exception of looking a lot more
adorable, I would assume I have mastered this new me fairly
well, what do you think?” His beautiful hands pulled down my
underwear all while he looked at me, silently telling me to not
look away—which I did not. Instead, I let out a short laugh, “I
have yet to see what changed about you, if not the ears and
tails, I do not think much has changed.” I had missed him so
much, but holding him close could wait, right now we both
needed to share the passion we both craved after so many
months apart. He was still loud, he was still kind and he was
still the man I knew, it was hard to believe but I had him by
my side again and letting go of him now would be the death of
me.
But I didn’t tell him that.
I wanted to enjoy the moment.
“Would you like a list? Or should I show it all one by one?”
Rengoku asked while running his tongue over each of his
canines. He then dove his head between my legs, his tongue
ran between my folds in one strong lick that had me shivering
in surprise. He laughed and looked up at me, “For some
reason,” he stuck out his tongue and spoke like that, “It’s
longer, it makes it a lot more fun since my fingers are armed.”
He said with a drag of his nails against my skin, eliciting a
moan as I arched my back with an excited laugh. His mouth
returned between my legs as he started lapping hungrily at my
sex—his hands lifted my legs to rest them on his shoulders and
when it was angled in a way that made it all feel too nice, my
feet hit his exposed back while I wrapped my legs around his
head. While I had missed the closeness, it all felt too different
than usual, it was as if he was holding back even with how
ravenous he seemed.
His tongue was not stopping, trailing between my lips and
over my nub as he started sucking on it with a huge grin on his
lips when I let out a whine at how sensitive I had become from
his actions. “My love, have you not been touching yourself
while I was gone? Has it been such a long time since you’ve
pleasured yourself?” He teased before slowly licking my clit
while looking me dead in the eyes, with even more playfulness
he drummed his claws against my skin. I tried to get out of his
grip to stop him from eating me out, I needed to feel him in
other ways than just his tongue. “Do not fight it too much, I
might grow to like that little struggle you’re giving, my love.”
He commented before suddenly pressing his weight against
me as he brought my knees to my chest while my legs were
still over his shoulders, “Has the time that separated us
rendered you mute?”
I shook my head and placed my hand on his cheek to bring
him in for a kiss. When our lips met, we both smiled and I
found it hard to break the kiss; once I did, I kept my hand right
where it was, “I’m taking in the sight, you are much more
assertive but just as loving in this form. I have yet to decide if
I find it endearing or… arousing.” That made his smile widen
so much I couldn’t help but see it as something more like the
smile of a man that had been put up to a challenge. And I
knew him to be fond of challenges, only healthy ones of
course. But like this? Maybe he was more impish than I
thought him to be.
“Do answer my question, darling.” His hand lowered between
my legs and the pads of his fingers brushed between my lower
lips carefully, “How long as it been since you’ve been
fucked?” Rengoku breathed against my lips—rare were the
times he’d speak this crudely, but even with such a tenderness
in his voice I found tension building in my stomach as I
grabbed his hand and stopped him. Meeting his gaze, the
words left my mouth without even thinking them, “Each night
I’ve dreamt of you, but none of those dreams made me feel
anything else but longing or mourning—I have been busying
myself the best I could to avoid thinking about you, but it
never worked because once night fell, I’d be alone with my
thoughts and you’d be all that was on my mind–”
He kissed me tenderly and moved his hand as he pulled down
his underwear, freeing his hardened cock, “How long?” He
mumbled against my lips, while his free hand moved to my
ankles as he guided me to wrap them around his neck. It felt so
intimate, an intimacy I had missed, I had craved, one that I
now met again in the strangest way, “Months–”
“Did you not lay with anyone? My love, did you not believe
me dead? Have you not tried to move on?” He asked in awe,
but his eyes conveyed something other than awe—it was
hunger. It was feral, much more possessive than his tone
allowed it.
Another shake of my head, “How could I ever move on from
someone like you? Kyou, you’re my one. I’d rather be seen as
a widow my entire life than get with anyone else.” I chuckled,
but it was the truth. And that honesty made him let out a shaky
breath before resting his head against my shoulder as he
started stroking his cock, “Don’t say that, my love. Do weigh
your words, because I am very close to fucking you until you
pass out.” He laughed breathlessly then pressed a kiss on my
collarbone, his tongue delicately trailing up to my neck as he
inhaled deeply before grazing his teeth against it, “And if you
tell me one more time that you’re mine, I don’t think I will be
able to hold back.” He added in a light tone, but he was not
joking.
This new state of his had him a lot more animalistic than usual
and part of me found it more than exciting. Purposely, I
pressed his face to my neck and moaned his name, “It’s been
so long, you’re more than welcome to fuck me till we’re both
too exhausted to move—I want to feel you so deep inside me
I’m reminded you’re the only one I need.” I heard him grunt
before letting go of his dick and without wasting any time he
entered me abruptly. My hands flew to his hair, I gripped it
tight and felt the way his tails tried to wrap around my legs but
they’d move along with his thrusts. A whimper escaped my
lips at the suddenness and the pain but it was quickly buried
under the pleasure of his hard thrusts, “The only one, mh?” He
breathed above me, his elbows now resting on each side of my
head as he held it right there.
His lips pressed hard against mine, “Is this a promise? Should
we stay together for— ever .” He paused as his thrust hit
deeper, with an emphasis as he grunted; my hand flew to my
mouth to muffle my loud moans, but he bit it and told me to
never do that again. Instead, I grabbed his ear and felt his
thrusts stutter inside me as he swore under his breath with a
loopy smile, “My love, stop this. You don’t know what you’re
doing,” he chuckled lightly, but I rubbed my finger on the
softness, meeting his eyes with a playful smile as his thrusts
resumed with much more force, “Am I not allowed to touch
my lover?” Each word was panted, but I continued, “Forever
is a long time, you’d think–” Another loud whine when he
sped up the pace of his hips slamming against mine, “I would
be allowed to touch all of you—let me love you–”
“You are doing this on purpose and I must say, it’s very
entertaining.” He let out shakily, his face torn in an excited
grin as his hand flew to mine to rip it away from his ear—he
then moved both of my hands with his and held them above
my head, “Do you wish to be ripped apart? Is that what you
wish for, my songbird? Do you not realize how much stronger
I’ve grown?” His voice was a mix of sweetness and warning,
and yet I could not help but want more of it. I wanted to see
how much I could take because I wanted all of him, no matter
the strength he had, even if he looked not like himself. “I only
wish for you to have fun,” I started, smiling sweetly at him,
“And as long as you are mine and I am yours, you are more
than welcome to let go and be as…” I smirked playfully and
tried to kiss him but he was too far, his face was still curious
as he leaned in and ghosted his lips against mine, “Feral as you
can be, maybe you’re rabid, who knows what disease you got
out there.”
With a genuine laugh, Rengoku shook his head and his thrusts
that had slowed down so we could talk, resumed much more
ardently. Just like that, he lost himself in pure bliss, taking me
with him in a mix of pain and pleasure as he rammed inside
me, mouth open against mine as we tried to kiss each other but
all we managed to do was moan and groan at the elation. Our
bodies were sweaty and desperately trying to merge, but he
would pull away before gluing himself back against me,
repeating the cycle over and over again. I could not grab him
to keep him close from how tightly his hands held my wrists
over my head—I was thankful for him not digging his claws
inside my skin, fearing the searing pain it’d bring as I saw how
lost he was in his pleasure.
Every time we would lay together, he would be the most
gentle lover. He was caring, constantly asking how I was
doing. As endearing as it was—and I had gotten used to it—
seeing him in this much more free state, I found him beautiful.
His hair draped over my face as some stuck to his skin, I felt
his warm breath against me and smiled through the pleasure
upon realizing this was real. He was here, he was with me, he
was inside me, loving me, touching me, all I’ve been asking
for months now. I wished I could hold him at this very
moment, but knew I could do so once we were exhausted and
ready for more sleep.
Feeling close to my own release, I tried to call his name but he
was much more focused on attacking my neck while thrusting
over and over inside me, his pace speeding up, more hectic.
“Kyou, Kyou–” I tried to tap his hands, but I soon enough let
out a loud, throaty whine when my legs started shaking and I
felt him hit the right spot over and over again, his teeth sinking
in my skin as he thrusted one last time and released himself
inside me with a deep grunt. Expecting him to lay down on me
once he was done, I was surprised to see him lean back a little,
but not pull out.
“I love you so much, songbird.” He panted with a loopy smile
before trying to pull out. His smile faltered for a second and in
that moment, he was fully himself, the Fire Pillar I knew and
loved. Trying to turn on my side, I realized he was stuck inside
and I looked up at him in panic. His face slowly turned red
when he met my gaze before glancing back down, “Well—
would you be fine with staying there a moment, perhaps…
half an hour, maybe an hour?” He asked sheepishly.
Giving him a curious smile, I tried to pull back again—a weak
moan escaped Rengoku’s lips, both our eyes met in surprise
and I stopped moving. “Kyou, what’s—what’s going on?”
“Akaza said it could happen, I didn’t think it would happen
because it’s not spring but perhaps it was never about the
seasons–” I interrupted him and grabbed one of his tails to get
his attention, I felt him deepen himself inside me and let out a
breathy moan at how stretched out I was, “Kyou, what the
fuck is going on?”
“It seems the features I have spread to…” He looked to the
side and rubbed the back of his ear, “More than just tails and
ears.” He looked down again, just as flustered. As much as the
situation was strange and awkward, I couldn’t help but smile
upon seeing him like this. With a softer tone, he said, “It looks
like a knot, I cannot really… pull it out, I may have been too
animalistic, as you’ve described.”
I scoffed at his words and covered my face with both my
hands a moment as I grinned broadly, “That would be one
word, yes.”
“In my defense… I missed you, my love. And…” He trailed
off, helping me sit up while he was still inside me, “I am not
even tired, so once this is fixed…” His nose brushed against
mine before kissing me lovingly, his arms wrapped around my
waist as mine wrapped around his neck, “Well, the night is still
young and I would be more than happy to keep going—after
all, I did promise to make you pass out.”
I laughed in the kiss and pressed kisses on his cheeks, “While
we wait, perhaps we should catch up?”
“Absolutely! I have much to tell you, where should I start…”
And even if it did not end there, for just that night, I was more
than happy to have him by my side. To talk to him and
remember our moments spent together.
When the sun set the next morning, I rushed to the windows to
cover them, then joined him back in the pillows. His head
lolled to my lap lazily and as I brushed his hair back, I smiled,
“Happy birthday, my love.”
End Notes

It’s his birthday, I know it’s also Draken’s but I already

had like so little time to write this stunning piece… SO
here it is, Happy Birthday Ren, may you slay in peace my
dear little man…
Added on 10th May 2022
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