“Shh... Don’t worry about it okay??” Hideyoshi mumbled against your skin after a light peck to your forehead. “I told you when I first married you. No matter how many times I go off I will always come back.” He smiled down at you in such a way that made your tears halt. “As long as the woman I love with all my heart has faith in me... I can never be defeated.” You hugged him so fast that you nearly made him stagger backwards. “Whoa...” He chuckled as he returned the hug with gentle strength. “I love you so much.” You whispered against the warmth of his chest. “I love you too.” Hideyoshi smiled brightly as he laid his cheek against the top of your head.
Day 2 of @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767's Be My Valentine content creation challenge.
Katakura Kojuro (SLBP) x Female Reader
NSFT (because I can’t help myself when Kojuro is involved)
Word Count: 1097
Prompt: Chocolate baking date goes wrong (with some tweaks)
CW: Reader is referred to as “wife” and “precious girl,” reader is not the SLBP MC, praise kink, oral sex (F receiving), food play (kind of, but not really)
Yahiko made it look so easy.
You tried to keep the page’s instructions in mind throughout each step of the process - melting the “chocolate” slowly over a low heat, spreading it over a polished stone slab to cool, spooning it into the tiny camellia-shaped molds…
And yet, despite following them to the letter, and after what felt like hours of work, all you had to show for it was a messy kitchen and your hands and kimono stained with burnt brown goo.
“Darling?”
Your eyes widened at the sound of your husband’s voice, and you scrubbed faster at the bottom of the pot you had apparently destroyed. For a supposed foreign delicacy, this “chocolate” certainly turned into tar when exposed to just a tiny bit too much heat!
“Darling?” Kojuro called again, sliding open the kitchen door. “Is this where you’ve been hiding all day, my precious girl?”
Sighing in defeat, you finally dropped the blackened pot in the wash basin and turned to face him. “Please don’t look. It’s ruined.”
Kojuro glanced from your dejected face, to your stained clothing, to the black-brown smudges littering seemingly every surface in the kitchen, looking more bemused by the second. “I can see that, although I’m not sure what ‘it’ is. Or, was.”
“It’s called ‘chocolate.’ A European confection. Yahiko gave me some to share with you, and even taught me how to prepare it, but…I ruined it.”
“I see.” Kojuro joined you in the kitchen-turned-disaster zone, closing the door behind him. “Well, if nothing else, I can tell you tried your hardest,” he comforted you, cupping your cheek in a large, gentle hand. He chuckled warmly as he swiped a brown smudge off your face with his thumb. After a pause, he lifted the thumb to his mouth and licked, making you even more embarrassed. “Sweet,” he murmured.
“Please, you don’t have to say that,” you protested. “I know it must taste disgusting.”
“You are sweet, precious girl,” he chuckled, cupping your face with both hands this time as he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. “My sweet little wife. Perhaps you will never be much of a cook, but you are adorable. And delicious.”
You squeaked in surprise when his tongue darted out to another splotch of chocolate near the corner of your mouth. Then it was inside your mouth, playing with your tongue as his hands trailed from the sides of your face to the neck of your kimono.
“To think you’re the one always chiding me for being messy, and look at you now,” he purred, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, tugging ever so slightly. “Shall I be the one to clean you up this time, my darling?”
“Mm, that does sound nice for a change,” you replied, already a little breathless.
Kojuro smiled and pecked you on the lips. “Up, precious girl,” he ordered, nudging you gently toward the counter. Once you were seated, he settled between your parted legs, mouth devouring yours again as he toyed with the edges of your clothing. Slowly he tugged the fabric open, past your collar bones and over your shoulders, until you were bare from the waist up.
“Hmm, no chocolate here.” His finger traced a path from your jaw to one of your pebbled nipples. “And yet, still filthy.”
“Are you supposed to be teasing, or cleaning?”
He laughed. “Such a demanding wife I have! But of course, you’re right as usual my dear.” He kissed you, then trailed his tongue down your throat to the center of your chest and over to where his finger had been a moment before, swiping once before tugging your nipple between his lips.
“Oh, Kojuro,” you sighed, arching into his mouth. Threading your fingers into his hair, you tried to guide his head to give some attention to the other breast, but then his hands found and pinned yours to the countertop. He nipped you softly before pulling away from your chest entirely.
“Patience, my precious girl,” he scolded you, softened with another kiss.
In answer you ground your hips into his, relishing the sensation of his hardness pressing against you even though the cloth. It was electrifying to hear – and feel – him groan into your mouth, accentuated by a nibble on your lower lip.
“Whatever will I do with you, naughty thing?” he rasped. Then he let go of your hands to run his up the length of your legs, spreading your thighs wider in the process, kneeling between them. Even without the restraint your fingers stayed gripped to the counter for balance as he pushed the layers of fabric aside, nothing left to separate you from the cool air of the kitchen and heat in his eyes. Slowly he dragged his thumb over your entrance, humming in approval at the wetness there. You moaned and rolled your hips with the pressure, trying to get him deeper inside, moaning higher when his now slick thumb came to rest on your clit.
You begged for more: spreading your legs as wide as they could go, rocking along with the featherlight circles of Kojuro’s thumb, pleading for more fingers, his tongue, his cock, his anything, anything –
You almost wanted to cry when he finally buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was burning hot inside you, firm, insistent, giving you no rest as he prodded every weak point. He moaned delightedly, squeezing your thighs as you ground your clit against his nose.
“Mmmn, Kojuro, K-Ko—” you gasped for him again and again, gripping his hair with trembling fingers.
“So—sweet—” he praised between ravenous kisses to your sex and inner thighs. “My sweet girl, precious, precious girl—!”
Your body was liquid and tension at the same time, feeling the edge of the counter digging into your thighs, Kojuro’s smooth hair, Kojuro’s harsh tongue, Kojuro’s sweet words, Kojuro’s tight grip, Kojuro’s soft breaths, Kojuro’s low groans, everything Kojuro, only Kojuro.
Only Kojuro, keeping you from bucking onto the floor when the tension snapped and you jerked and trembled against his mouth. He stood and kissed you, fingers slipping inside you to pull out every last tremor until you hissed with overstimulation.
After a few moments of cuddling against the counter, your legs started to cramp.
“Kojuro, help me down please,” you murmured against his neck.
“Hm, better yet, I’ll carry you to the bath.” He rearranged your kimono – not fully closed, but enough to cover you – and lifted you into his arms.
“Tomorrow we must be sure to thank Yahiko for the chocolate.”
Is the Samurai Love Ballad fandom even still alive? Well, whatever. I’ll always love you, Kojuro. <3
AO3 crosspost of my first ever NSFT piece. Haven’t edited it since the day I posted it, so hopefully it’s not too cringe.
Katakura Kojuro x female reader. Mature content below, so minors please DNI!
When you asked Lord Kojuro for poetry lessons, this wasn't exactly what you had in mind. Not that it was anything to complain about...
CW: Light manhandling, verrrry mild D/s, sensation play, lil bit of overstimulation, use of the pet name “precious girl” (because Kojuro, duh)
“When night falls I will cross the highest mountain, past where the cicadas sing, longing dearly for the eyes of my beloved.”
Those dearly beloved eyes flew open instantly, shining up at you from the cradle of your lap. Surprising Kojuro was one of your favorite things in the world, mostly because the adorable, openmouthed expression he was wearing at the moment stole at least ten years of stress and worry from his face.
“Where did you learn that?” he asked. Basking in his astonishment, you smiled mischievously as you carded your fingers through his soft, dark hair.
“From Bontenmaru, who else?” you chirped. On the other side of the room, Kojuro’s pet turtle was napping in a patch of late afternoon sunlight. “He might not look it, but he’s quite the poet. Although, I was actually hoping to take some lessons from you.” You paused, breath hitching at the sudden intensity of your lover’s stare. “I-I mean, if you would be willing to teach me?”
“Of course I’ll teach you,” he responded instantly. Happily. “I had no idea you had an interest in poetry.” Until recently you didn’t, but…
“Poetry is important to you,” you explained. “And you’re important to me, so…”
“You’re important to me too, my precious girl, whether you know one poem or 1,000,” Kojuro replied, smiling your favorite serene, gentle smile. He untangled one of your hands from his hair, bringing it to his lips. The kiss was nice, but it was the feeling of having your hand clasped — swallowed — in his that sent an exhilarated shiver down your spine.
They were so strong, his hands – so elegant and warm. So perfectly suited to him.
“I would never expect you to take up one of my interests simply to please me. However…” he trailed off, squeezing your hand playfully. His sweet expression was gone now, replaced by one you enjoyed almost as much: the sly, shrewd look that made his friend Shigezane nickname him the Lord of Foxes. “I think I can show you how to appreciate poetry as much as I do,” he continued. “Though, as you know, I can be a…hard taskmaster.”
You could feel a blush rising on your cheeks, and judging from the heat in Kojuro’s eyes, the ruby light of sunset wasn’t disguising your excitement as much as you might have hoped.
“So, what do you say?” he offered, fingertips tracing delicate patterns against your wrist. “Do you still want to learn?”
…
Later, as dusk was fading into a balmy summer night, the cicadas started singing. Not long after that, so did you.
“K-Kojuro!” you gasped, squirming against the bedding the two of you shared. The motion made your breasts drag tantalizingly across the finely woven cotton, and it created some incredible friction between you and the firm, muscular thigh planted resolutely between your legs, but it didn’t help you escape the ticklish sensation of cold ink and rough horse hair dancing down the back of your neck.
“Hold still,” Kojuro ordered, calmly but sharply. It was a tone you had heard him use many times before in your training sessions together and on the battlefield, but never in your bedroom. Hearing it in this context was a bit jarring — but more than that, it was exciting, in a way you hadn’t felt before.
“I haven’t even finished the first line yet, and already I have to start over,” he reprimanded you with a heavy sigh. “At this rate, we’re going to be up all night.” If you shifted to try and look at him he would only scold you more, but you didn’t need to see his face to know he found that idea more appealing than he let on. You heard him set the brush aside moments before a large, warm, slightly ink-stained hand gently repositioned your head, its twin delicately sweeping a few stray hairs away from your neck. “There,” he pronounced, satisfied. “Now don’t move.”
“Easy for you to sss–“ you broke off in a hiss, caught deliciously between the contrasting sensations of cool ink on your neck and warm skin between your thighs.
“When I cannot sleep, thinking of my beloved…” he drawled, dragging out every syllable as he dragged the tip of the brush across your skin. “Go on, repeat it.”
“When I can…cannot sleep, th-thinking of my beloved,” you obeyed shakily. It was a poem you already knew, so it should have been easy, but you were distracted. Between Kojuro’s smooth, deep voice caressing your ears, his inkbrush caressing your neck, his leg working insistently against your center…
It was almost too much.
Instantly, the brush lifted and the leg stopped moving, friction replaced by a gentle, comforting pressure. “Again.” It was still a command, but softer this time.
You took a deep, steadying breath. “When I cannot sleep, thinking of my beloved,” you repeated, much more confident.
“Very good.” The heat of his body curled over your back, not quite close enough to touch, as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss onto the unmarked side of your neck. You let out a faint whimper when his warmth receded and the brush returned. Before he could pull it away again, you rolled your hips against his thigh, trying your best not to move your shoulders.
He squeezed your hip affectionately. Then he used it as leverage to press against you even harder. “Wild geese cry–“
“Oh!” you obliged, bucking involuntarily as he tilted your hips just so…
Instead of complaining, he laughed, sounding more aroused than amused. His left hand traced a leisurely, adoring path up your body before coming to rest against your shoulder blade. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he pinned your upper body to the futon.
“Yes,” you moaned, on the verge of begging. “Oh, Kojuro, please–“
He cut you off by clearing his throat. “Wild geese cry loudly,” he completed the line, tracing the final character onto your skin with a flourish. How could he concentrate on his penmanship, when all you could think about was how big and heavy his hand was, how relentless his thigh was, how hot and tense and empty you felt inside?
“H-hiding in the morning fog at dawn!” You heard the brush hit the floor and suddenly one of his hands was grasping at your breast, tugging at the center, while the other was sliding down and down between your legs, circling and pulling and pressing until you were too breathless to cry out again.
When you came back to yourself Kojuro was stretched out over you, one arm curled beneath your breasts to pull your back against his chest, while the other supported his weight. He was mouthing desperately at your neck, your jaw, your ear, panting like he had finished along with you; with him pressed so close against you, you could tell he hadn’t.
“You cheated!” he groaned, surprised, frustrated, delighted.
“How is that cheating?” you protested airily, body practically melting between the soft bedding and Kojuro’s sweltering embrace. “You just underestimated me, choosing such a famous poem.”
“Is that right?” His lips were tracing your cheek, so close to where you actually wanted them. Before you could take the initiative yourself, he leaned down for a kiss. It was short and sweet, chaste even. The warm, calloused hand palming your breast, much less so. “Well, you can be sure I won’t make the same mistake twice. But for now, just rest for a moment,” he spoke tenderly. With that, he sat up again. His hands left your breasts, and you shivered as he trailed a fingertip down your back from the nape of your neck to your tailbone. “After all, we still have so much to cover.”
True to his word, Kojuro didn’t take it easy on you, either in the poems he chose or in the techniques he used to make you “appreciate” them. He left you utterly, blissfully exhausted and then kept going — not that you wanted him to stop. You would have been happy to lie there forever, trading kisses and caresses and snatches of poetry with Kojuro while he painted your skin with every beautiful word he knew. By the end, all you could do was hum in drowsy contentment as he whispered the latest verse to you, scrawling along down the back of your calf. Until–
You shrieked at the feeling of cold ink swiping across the bottom of your foot. Instinctively you kicked out, only to have Kojuro catch your ankle with a warm chuckle.
“It seems I’ve run out of space on this side,” he teased. “I suppose that means we have to stop the lesson here. Or, you could turn over.”
“E-eh?” you stammered. Somehow he could still make you blush, even after everything that had happened tonight — not to mention the many, many nights before it. “But if I do that, I’ll I get ink all over the bedding.”
“So? We’ll wash it together,” he smirked, massaging your ankle slowly. “Right after we wash you.”
You let out a little moan at the image that conjured up, fingers curling into the aforementioned fabric. There was a brief pause while you considered what you wanted to do.
“You’re tired,” Kojuro sighed apologetically, interpreting your silence as a no. “I’ve pushed you far enough tonight as it is, so–“
“Move back a little,” you spoke up. He hesitated for a moment, but complied. With a faint groan at the effort of mobilizing your exhausted body, you turned slowly onto your back. A sharp inhale drew your eyes to Kojuro’s face, and there it was: that surprised look you loved so much. Biting your lip to suppress a giggle, your arched your back luxuriantly, draping your arms above your head and squeezing your legs together with a coy twist of your hips.
“That’s not fair,” he groaned, descending on you instantly, lips, tongue, and teeth devouring your mouth like it would be their last chance. One arm curled beneath your shoulder, cradling the back of your head, while the other reached down to wrap around your thigh. It was an anchoring touch, not pulling or demanding. When the desperation of the kiss became too much for the both of you, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and staring into your eyes as you breathed against each other’s lips. “You don’t know what it does to me, seeing you like this,” he panted.
“I do know,” you replied breathlessly. “Now move back.” After a few more seconds of searing eye contact he pulled away, lifting himself up on one arm. “More,” you insisted. Keeping his gaze locked on yours, he sat up on his knees, straddling your legs. The sight was enough to force the remaining air out of your lungs.
He was so beautiful, so debauched, like something out of a lonely maiden’s frustrated fever dream. Between the way his ordinarily neatly styled hair fell across his darkened eyes, the flush staining his cheeks and lips, the taut posture of his tall, lithe, muscular body, glistening with sweat and mottled here and there with splotches of black ink…
The full, swollen shaft arching up against his clenching stomach, beckoning you closer, begging for your attention…
It all brought the parts of your body that had been nearly asleep only moments before screamingly, achingly back to full attention. With renewed energy you slid yourself out from underneath him, rising to your knees so that you were kneeling face-to-face. Smiling in complete adoration you reached up to hook one arm behind his neck, sighing into his mouth as he leaned down to kiss you. Your other hand trailed down the smooth planes of his chest, down the twitching muscles of his abdomen, wrapping around the part of him that craved your touch the most. He hissed against your lips, stopping you midway through your first slow, deliberate stroke.
“Was that…not alright?” you faltered, looking up at him bashfully. “Would you prefer…my mouth, or…?”
“No, it was perfect. You are perfect, as always,” he rasped, squeezing your wrist gently. “I just want…I want to be inside you. If it’s not too much.” He paused, swallowing. “Please.”
Truthfully, you were a bit sore, but his desperate request filled you with a different, needy kind of ache. “Yes!” you nodded. “Yes, I want–“
Before you could even finish, you had been swept into Kojuro’s arms, hands clutching his broad shoulders and legs pulled around his waist. You felt him pressing against you and within the next breath he was fully inside you, filling you with heat and hardness and love. Your vision went white at the edges in a startling explosion of pleasure, and distantly you could hear a woman’s voice keening, screaming — your voice.
“–sorry, so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Kojuro was kissing your lips, your face, tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes.
“N-no, never…never hurt me,” you gasped, feeling a tad embarrassed. Not for the first time, you were glad the two of you had decided to move into Kojuro’s newly appointed castle early, before the full complement of servants and soldiers had arrived. Still, someone was bound to have heard you, even if they wouldn’t dare tease you about it in the morning. “I was surprised, that’s all,” you continued, burying your face against Kojuro’s neck. “You always make me feel amazing, s-so…full…” you whimpered, rocking against him.
Kojuro rocked back, pulling you in close and holding you there. “I wish we could stay like this forever,” he murmured, stroking your hair tenderly. “But…I don’t think this will last very long.”
You giggled at that, finding the courage to meet his eye again. “It’s going to be dawn soon. Isn’t that long enough?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up in a fond half smile. “With you, never,” he replied, leaning down to swallow your moan as he lifted your hips away from his.
Before long you were on your back again, panting out pleas and praises as Kojuro grunted his own into your ear. One of his hands was tangled in your hair while the other held your lower body off the bedding, tilted so you were open to him completely. His hips were no longer thrusting so much as rolling, as if he couldn’t stand to pull away for even a second. His grasp on your hair tightened, and you felt him inhale sharply against your neck.
“I love you,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation of what was coming.
With a low groan he pressed inside you as far as he could go, filling you with his warmth as he filled your ear with passionate gasps of gratitude and pleasure. The orgasm that poured over you was gentle and achingly sweet, like the kiss Kojuro pressed to your temple as he rolled you onto your sides.
“I love you too, so much,” he finally answered, stroking the side of your face. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, happily drowning in a sea of warmly glowing green — before you noticed something on his cheek.
“Oh no,” you moaned, in an entirely different way than you had been moments before. “Kojuro, your face…the bedding!” you started, bolting up in a panic as you took in the sight of your lover and your bed, both smeared liberally with ink. “If we don’t wash this right away, the stains will never come out!”
Kojuro stared at you confusedly for a moment. Then he started shaking in barely controlled laughter. “You were actually worried about the bedding?” he deadpanned. “I thought you were being shy.”
“I don’t see what’s so funny,” you pouted. “Just because you don’t mind living in a pigsty…”
“Don’t be angry,” he chuckled, smiling at you with enough affection to make your heart flutter. When he looked at you that way, it really was hard to stay mad. “Come back here. If the bedding is ruined, I’ll accept full responsibility and make it up to you accordingly.”
“You’d better,” you mumbled, settling down beside him again. With Kojuro’s forehead nestled against yours you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, carried off by the peaceful sound of his breathing and the faraway song of the cicadas.
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