Days with Himejima felt better after you both had a conversation about your true feelings with one another. The weight on your chest felt lighter, and the days have gone sweeter since then. Himejima's gentle nature and unwavering support have created a haven for your love to flourish. You felt as if every day with him was a precious gift, a reminder of the beauty that can only be found in sincere human connection.
The stone hashira was invited to a festival in a busy neighboring village by the mayor, as Himejima was known to have defeated a demon that attacked their village. As his promise, Himejima asked you to accompany him to this festival. You could not be more thrilled to enjoy this festival with him. This will be your first trip together, and you are looking forward to the sweet and intimate moments you will share with your beloved husband.Â
You carefully adjusted the position of the kanzashi Himejima had given you, ensuring your hair looked neat and elegant. This night had to be perfect, and you wanted to look your best as you were clothed in a beautiful embellished kimono. There is a mild feeling of nervousness in your heart. Not for anything negative, but you were not sure about todayâyou were hoping nothing terrible would happen to ruin your perfect night with Gyomei.Â
You stepped out of the changing era to be greeted by your seven-foot-two husband standing firm with an olive kimono. He looked more attractive in your eyes than he was. The sight of him formed a curve on your lips. Hurriedly, you walked towards him and hugged his form. "My darling, you look so handsome," you told Gyomei.
As your body was pressed onto Himejima, you could feel his large hand rub your hair. You looked up to him to see him smile. His hand moved to feel your kimono; there, he tried to use his sense of touch to get a visualization of how you were clothed. Thus, his hands moved up to your cheeks, feeling the details of your face. He pulls you to plant a kiss on your forehead.Â
"You're beautiful, (y/n)," You knew that Gyomei was blind and could only rely on his other senses, but he did not lie when he muttered those words to you. "How would you know? I'm starting to think you're just secretly pretending to be blind," you said, and you both let out a chuckle. Â
"You're the most beautiful woman in here. I know that." Himejima confidently said it with a smile on his lips. This caused your heart to flutter, and your cheeks turned red. Gyomei really knows what to say every time.Â
Both of you enjoyed touring the village by buying some souvenirs, playing some games, and eating the food the festival has to offer. In the middle of it, Gyomei noticed how you felt a little tired from the whole night. It was a long night, indeed. Although you wanted to wait for the fireworks show, you could feel yourself wanting to rest and sit down already.Â
"(Y/n), are you okay?" he asks you.Â
"I'm just a little tired from the walk. Can we rest for a while?" you replied.
The two of you went back to the inn for you to rest. The place was clean and spacious. You were hoping for the fireworks show, but it's still too early for that. Thus, the place was crowded as there were plenty of people at the festival. You rested with your husband, and you checked out the little trinkets you got.Â
"Do you like them?" he'd ask, his voice gentle.Â
You nod, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes. This is the one you got me," you replied, then reached out to him for a kiss on his lips.
"You barely give me kisses anymore," you mentioned jokingly to tease him. He was taken aback and was silent for a short while. You decided to be truthful and confront him with that, as you missed your husband's physical touch. "Gyomei, itâs okay. We've settled that already."Â
Gyomei's face, usually serene and calm, would show a sight of pain. His silence would be filled with a heavy, almost palpable, weight. "That night changed me. As a pillar, I'm sworn to protect the weak and innocent. I cannot bear the thought of touching you when I'm afraid that I would only give you more pain." He would pause, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His voice would tremble slightly.
The love you feel for Himejima is beyond the stars. Your head falls onto Himejima's shoulders to let him know you were there for him and share the pain he felt. The stone hashira felt relieved by your act. He, too, loves you wholeheartedly. Though he has had some traumas in the past, you've also learned to become patient with him through difficult times.Â
Thus, without hesitation, you planted a kiss on his cheeks. "Huh. That didn't feel scary at all." you teased him again to assure him that it was okay. This caused your husband to feel more comfortable in intimate moments. Slowly, building trust between the two of you. "Not even a bit painfulâmore likely sweet," you continued.
You could feel his warm, calloused handâ-Himejima held your face and wiped your cheek, feeling the detail of your right face. "I'll kiss you here." Without haste, he leaned onto your forehead and kissed you. "And here," He continued, kissing your cheeks, one after another. Thus, kiss your face all over. A slight pause to feel the moment of tension between you was getting heavy. You've always loved moments like this with him; it's so intimate, and it makes you explore more of your relationship with your husband. Thus, you never would have thought that your husband would be a man like this.Â
Your first impression of Himejima based on his physical appearance was different from who he is right now. Given his colossal form, you would've guessed that he's a very traditional stoic man, especially with his religious background. However, you are glad you were wrong with your first impression, as Himejima is the sweetest and gentlest giant there.Â
Then, you both gave in and let the moment happen. You could feel Gyomei's wet lips pressed onto yours heavily. His short kisses were good, but his long kisses were better. It does not feel fast or aggressive. Instead, it felt like he was taking his time. He lightly bit your lower lip in the middle of your make-out session.Â
Gyomei pulled back from your ardent kissing. You took the opportunity to catch your breath. In your mind, this was the end of your intimate session with him. Though, you felt Gyomei plant a kiss on your jaw going down to your neck. This gave your skin shivers and butterflies on your stomach.Â
He continued kissing you down to your neck to your chest, which made you caught off guard. "Gyomei, don't hold back," you whispered. The gentle giant heard you and followed your command. He did not stop his act and moved your shoulders down to the tip of your fingers. He then went back to attack your neck by licking a part of it and lightly biting your flesh. This caused you to release a soft moan.Â
You felt embarrassed by that, as you didn't know that something like that could come out of your mouth. You covered your mouth to cover up the embarrassment. However, this encouraged Himejima to pleasure you more. His hand can be felt through your knees up to your thighs. Thus, you felt him pull away from your neck and move down on your thighs.
"G-gyomeiâ"You clearly felt his wet lips bite a part of your inner thigh. You felt a wave of warmth wash over you as Himejima's lips trailed down your thigh. His kisses reached down to your thighs, which caused you to be more nervous than you were feeling already. His lips trailed your legs from your knee up to the innermost corner of your thigh, which caused you to shake a little. Then, you felt Himejima pull away and move up from your stomach to plant kisses on your chest.Â
His touch was gentle yet firm, sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but moan softly, your body reacting involuntarily to his pleasure.
Himejima paused and slowly removed your garment, revealing your chest area. You can feel the heat of your body getting warmer. He leaned in and kissed your bare chest, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin. You closed your eyes, lost in the moment. His mouth met your nipples, sucking it and nibbling it gently. "Gyomei," You moaned as you could feel the wetness of that area from his mouth.Â
He removed his mouth from your breast and reached out to your forehead to plant a kiss there, only for him to move to the lower part of your body. As Himejima continued his exploration, your body began to tremble with anticipation. You can feel him move away from your robe for him to access your lower area, and his breath can be felt on your most precious part. Â
You felt a sense of surrender, letting him take control. This made your body give in to him even more. His touch was so intimate, so personal. As he deepened his work on your lower body, your senses heightened, the world narrowing to the intensity of the moment. With such haste, your fingers covered your lady parts as you felt Himejima breathe. Â
The gentle giant paused for a while and moved his head away between your legs. He gently grabbed your hand and placed it beside his cheek. "I want to feel you everywhere," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. You are clueless about the fact that you asked Gyomei not to hold himself back, but his confidence in examining your whole body has made you feel self-conscious. His words enabled you to give in and allowed him to continue with his act.Â
He explored your lower area entirely, not leaving any surface of your skin untouched. Himejima's lips trailed a fiery path down your private parts, each brush igniting a shiver of anticipation. You surrendered utterly, lost in the intoxicating swirl of passion and tenderness.Â
Himejima leans in after moving away from your lower body, his breath warm against your skin. "I'll use my fingers now." He speaks, informing you politely of the next act he is going to do to you. You felt his rough and thick fingers insert inside your precious parts slowly. With a tender touch, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.
You bit his lip in the middle of your passionate kiss and paused for a moment. You have never felt something like this before. Himejima's two fingers were enough to stretch you out and make you feel things differently for the first time. He continued moving his fingers swiftly until you pulled away from his lips and held his arm since you felt a knot coming from your stomach. A sudden, sharp pleasure shot through you, and you pulled away, breathless. A slight, involuntary sound escaped your lips as a warm liquid pooled between your thighs. Mortified, you covered your face, your heart pounding in your chest.Â
The stone hashira positioned himself on top of you after you were catching your breath after the intense feeling of reaching your climax for the first time. You can feel Himejima's hands aligning his member to insert himself inside your womanhood. You can feel the tip of his member, and you know that there is a vast size difference between the two of you. However, despite your size difference with your husband, you trust him as you know how much of a gentle giant he is. You felt safe in his care, nevertheless.Â
The stinging pain from the size of his manhood lingered, however, a wave of pleasure took over as Gyomei added more force in each thrust. There, you could not hold back your loud moans with each force he exerts onto you. You know well how Himejima could exert a much more stronger force to thrusts, but holds himself back as he is careful when it comes to situations like this. You were far too delicate for him to simply use much more of his strength.
As the giant man became faster, your nails dug deep into his muscular shoulders, holding onto him tightly. You have reached your peak and you felt like you were going to pass out from the feeling of your husband pounding onto you. In a glimpse of an eye, you felt one final hard thrust from him as he pulled out.Â
Finally, Himejima pulled away, his breath heavy. You were still reeling from the intensity, the feeling of slumber amounting from the pleasure you felt. Without hesitation, he quickly grabbed a towel having hesitated at the last moment about releasing inside you. A blush crept up your neck as you instinctively closed your legs to hide your pulsating core and cover your chest.Â
Afterwards, he gently covered you with his robe, sensing how vulnerable you felt as you were still exposed. â(Y/n), may I?â he asked softly, holding up a clean cloth. You hummed in response, your eyes still closed. Himejima carefully cleaned you, his touch gentle and reassuring. âAre you alright, (Y/n)?â he asked, his voice filled with concern.
âNo,â you muttered, staring at your husbandâs stoic face. His hand stopped and he panicked after hearing your response. âDid I do anything wrong? Were you hurt?âÂ
âNo, silly. I just wanted to get a reaction from you. You looked so serious,â you chuckled. The tension visibly eased from the stone hashiraâs shoulders, though his concern still lingered. âI feel astonishedâŠbut Iâll forever cherish our first time together, Gyomei.â
A curve formed up his lips, he felt more at ease this time. âIâm glad you feel that way. I just wanted to make sure it was good for you,â he said, his voice a low rumble. âI love making love with you, (y/n).â You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. As you lay there together, a sense of peace washed over you.Â
Under the soft glow of moonlight casting an ethereal glow upon you as you shared this moment with Gyomei. With enough trust and vulnerability from one another, this intimacy was your first time as a couple where both of you gave in to each otherâs pleasure.
This masterlist only includes works in the Domestic! Giyuu verse. Any other separate Giyuu works are in the main masterlist.
đ„= Hot topic, 10/10 would recommend
CLICHE, BUT I LOVE YOU đ„
A letter from Urokondaki has Giyuu flying back - not knowing he'd wind up back to you who he loves and rejected.
YOU'RE INVITED TO...?
Amane runs into the last person she thought she'd meet at the marketplace: Giyuu and his...fiancee...?
I HATE YOU...NOT đ„
The other Pillars are convinced Tomioka has something against the latest Hashira, but have no idea your husband is simply looking for you during your pregnancy.
THAT'S MY WIFE!
The three times Giyuu really wishes he was loud about his opinions because god damn if he wasnât fed up with all the people hitting on you.
HE'S NOT LOST!
Somehow Giyuu's son has disappeared somewhere - chaos ensues because there's no way he's telling you he lost your child.
ABSOLUTELY NOT
Like father like son - Giyuu and your son Koji are not happy at all that your baby girl's made a new...ugh, boy friend.
Boyfriend Giyuu who hasnât fully settled into the idea of being in a relationship. Letting someone get so close feels foreign to him, terrifying even, because in his mind, anyone he loves he loses.
Boyfriend Giyuu who, on that note, is fiercely protective. If youâre a Demon Slayer or a Hashira, he refuses to let you go on missions alone. Heâs always nearby, shadowing your steps, ready to intervene at the first sign of trouble. If youâre a civilian, itâs even worse. He declines long missions after you start dating, assigning someone he trusts (poor Tanjiro) to watch over you when he canât. Heaven help them if they slip up and something happens to you on their watch, Giyuu will put them through weeks of grueling training as punishment.
Boyfriend Giyuu who does all this because he physically cannot bear the thought of losing someone he loves again. If heâs let you into his life, youâve become his priority, and heâll do whatever it takes to ensure youâre safe.
Boyfriend Giyuu who pretends not to care about your affection but gets so grumpy the moment you forget his daily good morning or welcome-back kiss. âSo⊠youâve decided you donât love me anymore.â His tone is deadpan, but the slight pout at the corner of his lips gives him away âWhat?!â
Boyfriend Giyuu who bats your hand away any time you try to initiate PDA. But later that evening, heâs wrapped around you like a koala, his face buried in your tummy, arms locked tightly around you. His silent glare dares you to complain about his hypocrisy.
Boyfriend Giyuu who secretly loves when you leave little trinkets or items at his place. His once barren apartment slowly starts looking homier, softer, little touches of you filling the empty space. (Seriously, did you see how empty his house was in that one episode? get some furniture damn #psycho. At least we know where Kim K got her inspiration from)
Boyfriend Giyuu who completely suffocates you in his sleep. He wraps his limbs around you so tightly, practically lying on top of you, like a human blanket. You like to tease him that his subconscious is just making up for all the affection he represses during the day.
Boyfriend Giyuu who is surprisingly tender despite his cold, aloof exterior. Gentle touches, small but thoughtful gifts, and quiet acts of service speak volumes about how much he loves you, even when he doesnât say it out loud.
Boyfriend Giyuu who loves you more than words can express. And even if he doesnât always know how to show it, he hopes you feel it in the way he holds you, protects you, and stays by your side.
This Giyuu fic has been sitting in my drafts for agesss. I'm slowly slipping out of my current Naruto obsession and back into my kny one. Please expect more Kny headcannons from now on, thnx.
Feel free to check out my other Demon Slayer fics and more stories!
For Day 25 of @narcosfandomdiscord's July Smut Alphabet: yearning
Warnings: 18+, smut, language, light angst
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: Horacio Carrillo and his messy relationships, my beloveds đ
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Youâd lost track of the last time the two of you had spoken. The last phone call between you felt like it had happened lifetimes ago. The last face-to-face conversation? Even longer than that. You both had the feeling that it was coming. Inevitable was too strong of a word, but it was much more than probable.
It would only be so long before he really started holding it against you. You knew that was coming, too. No one got to leave him and let it be a clean break. There always had to be a little bit of a mess. He was practically hardwired for it.
Which was why you didnât know how shocked you really were when you walked through the airport and saw him standing there waiting for you.
âHoracio?â you said, adjusting the bag on your shoulder.
âI heard you were coming home,â he said, his tone painfully neutral. âI wanted to see it for myself.â
His tone was controlled but you could see it in his eyes that there was more he wanted to say. There was more that he wanted to get into. He wouldnât do that here, though, not in front of so many people. The look in his eyes almost made you want to remind him that Colombia mightâve been home for him, but it wasnât home for you. Especially not once he stopped calling.
âWell,â you shrugged, âhere I am.â
Your assumption was that the person getting you from the airport was going to be Steve or Javi. Someone from your team. Someone that you figured might still actually want to see you. It crossed your mind that maybe Carrillo had missed you more than his lack of letters and phone calls led you to believe. That, or he just wanted to give you a bit of a hard time and a cold shoulder about the whole ordeal. One of those felt a little more likely than the other.
He at least helped you with your bags. You had the backpack on your shoulders, pulling one rolling suitcase with you while he had the other. It was amazing to you that youâd learned to parse your life down to three bags. If someone had told you five years ago that youâd be able to do that, and that you wouldnât feel like you were missing parts of yourself in doing so, you wouldâve told them that they were insane.
He loaded everything into the back of the CNP vehicle. You made your way to the passenger seat. Just as you were going to buckle yourself in, Carrillo pulled the driverâs door open. And, just for a moment, it felt like youâd never left. There was that strange air of routine to it all. The problem was that everything else about the two of you felt different, strained in a way it never used to be.
âI was just going to head home,â you said as he put the key in the ignition, âunless they really need me there today.â
He gave a slight shake of his head. âTomorrow is fine.â
âAlright.â
âSame building, right?â
You nodded, watching as his hand maneuvered the gear-shift and put the car in drive. âYea. Same building. Couple floors up from where I was before.â You paused, trying to cut through whatever weird lingering tension was still in the air between you. âPeña and Murphy will have to put in a little work now if they wanna come up and see me.â
You were ready for him to make a comment about that. Some remark about how youâd still have your same place, the little shoebox of an apartment that had a balcony with a view that made up for all the rest of it, if you just hadnât up and left. You could see the comments practically dancing on the tip of his tongue. There was a slight shift in his jaw as he bit them back, and you almost wished that heâd let them fly. Him being angry with you would make the previous weeks and weeks of silence a little more understandable. Maybe even palatable.
Whatever snide remarks heâd come up with, he stored away for another time. Anger that he would take out on someone else at a later date, you were sure. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he forced out a simple, âOkay.â
When he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, you were ready for him to help you get your bags out, and then just leave the rest of it to you. It wasnât as though you expected him to come up and help you unpack. Part of you was still surprised that heâd been the one to come and get you. You couldnât tell what his angle was. Youâd seen enough of his anger to know what that was like, and this wasnât it. But it didnât feel the same way that it used to between you either.
âI can get it from here,â you told him when he set your bags on the ground.
He shook his head. âIâll help.â
âHoracioââ
âItâs fine.â
Of all the arguments that the two of you were practically destined to get into in the coming weeks, you werenât going to let this be one of them. Grabbing one suitcase, you left the other for him. âThank you.â
Slipping the key into the lock on the door, you let yourself in. You walked in first, Carrillo following close behind. You looked around the apartment as you stepped into it. It was nice enough, the way that most of the housing agents were put up in tended to be. It wasnât luxury, but it was comfortable. That was really all you needed. Youâd only be there to sleep anyway, and it wasnât as though any of you did enough of that.
âIâd offer you a drink or something,â you told him, chuckling quietly as you dropped your backpack to the floor, âbut Iâm pretty sure Iâve got nothing to offer.â
âItâs alright.â
The two of you stood there in the space between your new living room and kitchen, the one patch of apartment that had nothing furnishing it. You waited for him to leave, or say something. It still felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. You watched him as he looked around, like your government-furnished apartment was suddenly the most interesting thing heâd ever seen before.
âI didnât think that youâd be the one to come get me,â you told him honestly, cutting through the silence since he clearly had no intention to.
âWhy not?â
You laughed, more out of shock than amusement. Carrillo was many things, but he wasnât stupid. Stubborn, yes, but not stupid. There was no way that he didnât understand what you meant, why you said it. âYou didnât even want to make a phone call, Horacio.â You shook your head. âGoing out of your way to play chauffer didnât seem like it was going to be in the cards.â
âItâs not that I didnât want to.â His response was quick, his words quiet. You were expecting an edge to his voice but found none.
âNo?â you asked, still not believing him.
âI didnât think that you were ever coming back. So,â he looked down at the floor, shaking his head, âwhat was the point?â
âThe point?â You stepped in closer to him. âI care about you. That was the point. I figured you cared about me too. Maybe that couldâve been the point.â
âOf course I cared.â He caught himself. âCare.â
You frowned. âCutting me out without telling me why was a weird way to show that.â
âI couldnât keep listening to you knowing that I wasnât ever going to see you again. Talking to you, hearing about your day,â he shook his head, âwhen I wasnât partââ
âYou were part of it, though,â you countered, practically chest-to-chest with him now. âThatâs why I spent so much time fucking calling you, writing you. That was you being part of my day. Me being part of yours.â Tears began to sting at the edges of your eyes, emotions you hadnât had the time to feel in months bubbling back to the surface. âThen you gave it up.â
âYou left first,â he argued, but his voice was still quiet.
âBut you stopped trying first.â
He wanted to tell you the truth. He wanted to be able to say it all, but words had never been his strong suit. He wanted to tell you that every night heâd get off the phone and for as much as he loved hearing your voice on the other end of the line, it felt like someone dropped a weight on his chest each time he put the phone back down on the receiver. For as much as he loved reading every letter from you, studying all the intricacies of your handwriting, having to see a return address that was so far from where he was stung. He wasnât enough to make you stay, and the ache of missing you was one type of pain he didnât know how to stomach.
There was only a shred of distance left between the two of you, but you erased it anyway. Resting your hand on his shoulder, you squeezed lightly. âI missed you.â
His eyes went to your hand, traveling up your arm until they finally reached your face. âI missed you too.â He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax slightly as he leaned in and let his forehead rest against yours. âItâs why I stopped picking up.â
Your eyes shut, and you could feel the tears that were clinging to your eyelashes. âYou shouldâve said that.â
He couldnât go back and fix what had already happened, change the things that he did or didnât say. But he could tell you now, at least. âI stopped because it hurt, because you werenât coming back. It felt foolish, like I was holding out hope for something that wasnât going toââ
âBut it did,â you said, cutting him off. âAnd we couldâve had all that time.â
It was an argument that the two of you easily couldâve kept taking in circles. He could keep saying you kicked it all off by leaving, and you could keep saying that he put the final nail in the coffin because he stopped answering your calls. You were both right, and it wasnât getting either of you anywhere.
âAnd now?â he asked.
You brought your hand from his shoulder to the side of his face, thumb grazing along his cheek. âI still miss you.â
He felt the way your thumb stopped moving, the way the tips of your fingers pressed into his skin just slightly. You were almost pulling him towards you, but you stopped yourself. Like you heard the words but were still deciding what they meant, how much weight was really behind them. So instead of saying anything more, Carrillo decided that he would just show you instead.
Lifting his chin, he moved just enough to bring his lips to yours. A gesture that was supposed to be soft, a gentle punctuation to prove that he meant what heâd said to you. But the moment that he felt the soft warmth of your lips against his, all of that went out the window. The second he could feel the quick breath that you sucked in when you realized what was happening, all he could do was desperately try to pour himself into you.
His arms snaked around you, pulling himself tight to you. His lips slotted against yours, desperate and bruising. Desperate to put all those nights filled with longing and missing you into something that would actually do one of you some sort of good. He didnât know who was getting more out of it at that point. He didnât really care.
He was everything you remembered, all hunger and need, traces of cigarette smoke still lingering on his tongue. A filthy habit you had been on him to quit but in that moment it tasted like coming home. Your fingers curled into the stiff material of his fatigues, needing to find purchase in something to make sure it was all real, that it wasnât just part of a cruel trick he was playing.
He stopped kissing you for a moment, but his lips were still brushing against yours as he spoke. âI missed you,â he repeated.
In all the late night and early morning calls, the letters that went back and forth, he never really said it like that. Not so concisely, so directly. Like saying it as such wouldâve given it too much power, made the distance between you and the yearning that filled it a little too real and too heavy. But now you were in front of him. You were here and he was kissing you, holding you. And he could say it. It was safe to say it now because he already had you back.
You were going to tell him the same, let him know that he wasnât alone in all of this. He never had been. But he didnât give you the chance. His lips crashed against yours once more, none of the calculated finesse that was such a staple with the Colonel in any other capacity. It nearly knocked the wind out of you, made your knees buckle, but it didnât matter because he was holding you tightly enough to keep you from crumbling anyway.
Suddenly he had you falling back onto the sofa. He moved you through the apartment with the ease of someone who had been spending time there with you for weeks already. You didnât fight him on it, letting your back hit the cushions, his body pinning to yours as he followed you down. You were pulling at his shirt, untucking it from the pants of his fatigues. His hands were already working at your button and zipper, each of you trying to peel the layers off each other as quickly and as clumsily as possible.
It'd gone differently in his head, all the nights when his mind wandered and conjured up what it would be like if he got to see you again, have you again like he used to. It was never quite like this when he pictured it. Heâd given himself too much credit, thinking that he would be able to hold back at all, control himself. He couldnât. From the second he felt the warmth of your skin against his, the tickle of your breath against his jaw, there was no moderation to be found.
Next time, he thought to himself as he yanked your jeans down your legs, next time he would drag it out. Heâd take his time with you. But this had all been dragged out long enough. He wouldnât have even taken the time to bother with his shirt if you hadnât started with it first, but that was one thing he could easily do for you. He didnât have it in him to take his time, but he could at least give you that. It hit the floor right before the rest of his clothes.
The groan that he let out as he pushed into you set every inch of you on fire. Your nails dug into his back, raking along skin that you hadnât been able to touch in far too long. His lips moved away from yours, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck right before his teeth sank into it. Your body drew itself to his, wanting every bit of contact you could get.
He settled inside you for a moment, hips pressed tightly to yours. For a moment all of your thoughts about Colombia not being home couldnât have felt further from the truth. You were fighting to catch your breath and the two of you had hardly gotten started. Your eyes fluttered shut, focused on how he felt against you, hips against yours, his face in the crook of your neck. You tried to pull him tighter to you, unsure if it was even possible to do so.
The second he started to move his hips, all you had it in you to do was let his name tumble from your lips. You could feel what it did to him, the way his movements became a little more desperate. Every thrust, each press of his lips to your skin, all just trying to pull that sound from you over and over again. Trying to make up for lost nights, all the times when he wanted to hear that same breathless tone from you but couldnât, wanted to feel the warmth of you against him but you werenât there. It was a lot to ask when youâd only been back in Colombia for a couple of hours, but it wouldnât be the first time the Colonel was being unfair. You didnât mind it this time, though, as his hands slid up your thighs, moving your legs so he could push deeper into you. His lips dragged along your jaw and all the thoughts, the memories, the weight of the last few months, all of it disappeared. It was just the two of you again, finally, for however long it lasted this time.
Do you know how big this castle is? [Funnily enough, I do.] Well, then perhaps you should take a look.
MERLIN & KING ARTHUR
MERLIN â 5x01: Arthur's Bane, Part 1 (2013)
wonwoo taking off your glasses when you fall asleep while watching him playing his games. he kisses your forehead, murmuring something about making it up to you in the morning. he's dearly smiling down at you when he hears his friends calling him through his headphones.
"yeah, i'm here", wonwoo says. "was just putting my girl to sleep".
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