I LOVE GIYUU WITH ALL MY BEING, PLEASE, LET HER NOTICE THAT I LOVE THIS ANGEL SO MUCH! Listen, my request is this: Giyuu and the reader have been together for a while now, but during that time, they haven't had sex, not even passionate kissing or making out, they only share small kisses and hugs (in private) because... Well, they're a pair of love-struck virgins. So, without discussing it or talking about it carefully beforehand, it just happens and they have their first time. PLEASE MAKE THIS MOMENT VERY ROMANTIC AND SWEET, I NEED IT. Even so, I would like there to be some inconveniences during the moment, since the reader is a bit insecure about her physique, and tries to prevent Giyuu from seeing her naked. Also, she is VERY shy and quiet, it's hard for her to simply let herself get carried away by the moment. A sincere apology if there are any errors or confusion, English is not my mother tongue, so I used a translator to make this request.
You looked at the clock, then at the door. Two years. You had been with Giyuu Tomioka for two years, and in that time, he had become your entire world. He was steady, quiet, and cared for you in ways that didn't require words. He made sure you were fed, he checked on you after every long day, and he looked at you with a softness he reserved for no one else. But there was a gap in your intimacy that had started to feel like a canyon.
You knew he loved you. You felt it in the way he leaned his shoulder against yours. But when it came to the physical side of things, it was always the same. A peck on the lips. A soft kiss on the forehead. A gentle squeeze of the hand in private. In public, he was the "no feelings" Hashira, and you had accepted that. You didn't need the world to know your business. But lately, the lack of passion started to eat at you. You wanted more than a smack on the lips. You wanted to feel him crave you.
Mitsuri Kanroji was the one who accidentally cracked the door open to these thoughts. You were sitting with her in the garden, and she was practically vibrating with excitement, clutching a book to her chest.
Mitsuri squealed, her face flushing a deep pink.
"The characters in this story... oh, they make out so intensely! I was so frustrated just reading it because of how detailed it was! The way they just... lose themselves in each other!"
You blinked, staring at her. You felt a strange tug in your chest.
You asked the words slowly, as if they were a foreign language.
Mitsuri stopped mid-bounce and looked at you, her eyes wide.
You felt the heat rush to your cheeks instantly. You looked down at your lap, avoiding her gaze.
Mitsuri looked genuinely confused. She tilted her head, her expression shifting to a mix of shock and pity.
"Huh? But you and Tomioka-san have been in a relationship for two years now! I mean... I didn't really see you as a couple because of how you two act in public, but I figured you were just being private!"
Your heart skipped a beat. You looked up at her, your voice small.
"We... we don't look like a couple?"
Mitsuri immediately gasped, waving her hands frantically in apology.
"No! No, I didn't mean it like that! You're both so sweet! But... is there a problem?"
You gulped. You looked around the garden to make sure no other Hashira were lurking nearby. Once you were sure you were alone, you leaned in and whispered.
"We've never actually made out."
"Ehhhhh?! No way! Please tell me you two have at least kissed!"
You cut her off, feeling defensive.
"But you know... just a peck. A little smack. I... I don't know what to do. I know I'm not experienced because I'm still a virgin, but... Mitsuri, is there something wrong with me?"
Mitsuri didn't even let you finish. She grabbed your shoulders and shook you back and forth.
"No!! You're perfect!! Absolutely perfect!"
She pulled you into a crushing hug, squeezing the air out of your lungs.
"Maybe Tomioka-san is just respecting you too much! He's so stiff and serious, he probably doesn't want to push you into anything! You just have to open things up with him!"
You nodded, but the idea terrified you. How do you tell a man as reserved as Giyuu that you want him to devour you?
That night, the routine repeated. Giyuu came home from a mission, his expression neutral but his eyes softening the moment they landed on you. He stepped inside, took off his haori, and leaned in.
A quick, chaste kiss on your lips. Then a lingering press of his lips to your forehead.
You smiled and hugged him, but as he walked toward the bath, you felt a hollow ache in your stomach. You wondered if he was bored of you. Or if he just didn't find you attractive enough to want more.
A week later, Giyuu was sent on a long-term mission. The house felt cavernous without him. Every time you passed his side of the room, you felt a wave of loneliness.
You asked, your voice trembling slightly.
Mitsuri beamed, her eyes sparkling.
"I read it! I was shocked at first too, okay?! But they kiss with their tongues! It's like... they're tasting each other! It's so passionate!"
The thought of Giyuu's tongue in your mouth sent a shiver down your spine that settled low in your belly. You spent the next few days in a haze of longing and frustration. You imagined his hands gripping your waist, his lips pressing hard against yours, the feeling of being wanted.
Three days after he was supposed to return, you walked into the estate and froze. Giyuu was there. He was standing by the entrance, looking tired but relieved.
You ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck. He grunted softly as he caught you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart through his uniform. You felt him smile against your shoulder.
"I'm sorry I took so long,"
he whispered into your ear.
You pulled back just enough to look at him, but you couldn't hold his gaze. You looked at his chin, his chest, anywhere but his deep blue eyes.
Freak! Mitsuri, this is your fault!
You thought, your mind racing. You were suddenly hyper-aware of your own body, wondering if you looked okay, wondering why your heart was hammering so hard.
Giyuu noticed your hesitation. He paused, his hands still on your waist. Usually, you closed your eyes and leaned in the moment he moved toward you. Now, you were stiff.
Giyuu didn't push it. He leaned in and kissed your cheek instead.
The meal was agonizing. You sat across from him, picking at your food, your mind a whirlwind of Mitsuri's descriptions and your own insecurities. You were quiet, almost silent, and Giyuu noticed. He wasn't a man of many words, but he was observant.
You shook your head, staring at your rice.
"Then why aren't you talking?"
Giyuu sighed. He stood up, walked around the table, and leaned down. He kissed you. It was the usual peck—quick and soft. You pulled back slightly, looking down at the table.
Giyuu paused. He reached out, his fingers hooking under your chin to force you to look at him. He didn't say anything, he just leaned in and kissed you again. This time, he didn't pull away immediately. He lingered, his lips pressing firmer against yours.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was low.
"Why don't you just talk to me, hm?"
He kissed you again, a short, sharp press of lips. Then he pulled back once more.
The frustration and the weeks of longing finally snapped. Tears welled up in your eyes and spilled over.
Giyuu's expression shifted to one of genuine shock. He reached out, his thumb brushing a tear away.
"What happened? Why are you crying?"
"I-I just kept thinking..."
You sobbed, your voice cracking.
"If... Giyuu, is there something wrong with me? I know I don't have the perfect body that a woman can have, but..."
Giyuu cut you off, his brow furrowing.
You flushed, the embarrassment nearly overwhelming you.
"Why don't you kiss me longer? Why don't you hold my hand in public? Hug me in public... Giyuu, I..."
You started crying harder, the insecurity of the last two years pouring out of you. Giyuu didn't look disgusted or bored. He looked pained. He reached up, wiping your tears with his calloused palms, his voice a soothing murmur.
He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight.
"I respect you too much. That's why. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I didn't want to rush you into things you weren't ready for. I'm sorry, m'kay?"
He leaned in, kissing you again. This time, it wasn't a peck. He pressed his lips to yours with a hunger that caught you off guard. You could taste the salt of your tears in the kiss, but you didn't care. You melted into him, your hands clutching at his uniform.
The thought was interrupted when Giyuu nipped at your lower lip, a sharp, sudden sensation that made you gasp. His hand traveled to the back of your hair, his fingers curling into the strands and gently pulling your head back to open your mouth.
Giyuu pushed his tongue past your lips.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the wet, hot slide of his tongue against yours. It was clumsy at first, both of you learning the rhythm, but then it deepened. He tasted like tea and something uniquely Giyuu. You moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled, and the noise seemed to trigger something in him.
He groaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he sucked on your tongue, claiming you with a desperate intensity. You felt lightheaded, your knees shaking as he backed you up against the wall.
The kiss turned feral. He wasn't just kissing you; he was devouring you. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, swirling and pressing, while his other hand slid down to grip your hip, squeezing the flesh hard.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down your jawline to your neck. He pressed a hard kiss to the sensitive skin just below your ear, and you let out a soft, high-pitched moan.
You whimpered, your head falling back.
He didn't stop. He began to suck on your neck, creating a dark mark that you knew would be there tomorrow. The sensation sent sparks through your entire body. You felt his hands moving, fumbling with the ties of your clothing.
As he started to undress you, a sudden spike of panic hit you. You grabbed his wrists, stopping him.
He paused, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark with desire.
"My body.... I don't want you to see it."
You tried to cover yourself, your heart racing. You felt exposed, terrified that the reality of your skin wouldn't match the image he had of you.
Giyuu didn't say a word. Instead, he leaned in and kissed you again, slow and deep, silencing your doubts. He pulled away just an inch, his forehead resting against yours.
Tears pricked your eyes again, but this time they were happy. He pushed your hair behind your ears, his gaze scanning your face with an obsession you had never seen before.
"Let me see you," he murmured.
He slowly began to undress you, his movements deliberate. He unclasped your bra, and you instinctively closed your eyes, your breath hitching. You had imagined this, but the reality was overwhelming. You couldn't imagine Giyuu—the stoic, reserved Giyuu—doing something so intimate.
A hot, wet lap of his tongue across your nipple.
You arched your back, a loud moan escaping your lips. You tried to push him away, not out of dislike, but because the sensation was too intense.
He was strong, his arms locking around you to keep you in place. He began to suckle your nipple, his tongue swirling around the peak before pulling it deep into his mouth. He made a wet, slurping sound that made your toes curl.
You clamped one hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming. He moved to the other breast, licking from the base up to the tip, teasing you until you were shaking. He spent a long time there, alternating between soft licks and hard suction, making sure you were completely undone before he returned to your mouth.
He kissed you again, his tongue dancing with yours while his hand slid down to rub your thighs.
he asked, his voice husky.
You could only nod, your mind a blur of pleasure.
he noted, a small, smirk playing on his lips.
He kissed your forehead and then slid down your body. You gasped as he pushed your legs apart. He didn't hesitate; he buried his face between your thighs.
The first touch of his tongue against your clit made you scream into your hand.
"G-Giyuu! Wait! I'm so sensitive!"
He didn't stop. He used his hands to massage your thighs, calming your tremors while his tongue worked tirelessly. He licked you in long, slow strokes, swirling around your clit and then dipping deep into your folds.
The sound was wet—a squelching, shlicking noise as he devoured you. You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the rough texture of his tongue creating a friction that pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
"Hhh... please... Giyuu!"
You were sobbing now, your fingers digging into the bedding. He shifted his angle, using his tongue to flick rapidly against the center of your pleasure. You felt a wave of heat crash over you, your muscles tightening as you reached a peak, your body shaking violently under his touch.
As you came down from the high, Giyuu looked up at you, his lips glistening with your moisture. He didn't give you time to recover. He slid a finger inside you.
You winced, a small cry escaping you.
"It hurts... a little..."
Giyuu immediately slowed down. He didn't pull out; instead, he began to move his finger in a slow, soothing circle.
"You can do it, baby. Just relax for me."
His voice was like velvet, grounding you.
"Good girl. Take it, hm?"
He slowly added a second finger, stretching you. He began to pump them in and out, the sound of your own wetness filling the room. He found the spot that made your eyes roll back, and he didn't stop. He increased the speed, his fingers curling and hitting your G-spot with precision.
"No—Giyuu, please—stop, stop, ah!"
You were begging now, not for him to stop, but because it was too much. You were shaking, your hips bucking against his hand. He leaned up and kissed you, swallowing your moans as he fingered you into another crashing climax.
By the time he pulled his hand away, you were a puddle of desire. But the main event was yet to come.
Giyuu stripped off the rest of his clothes. When you saw him, your breath caught. He was large—much larger than you had imagined. As he moved over you, pressing the head of his cock against your opening, you felt a surge of anxiety.
As he pushed the tip inside, you let out a sharp cry, tears springing to your eyes. You were too tight, and the sheer size of him felt overwhelming.
Giyuu stopped instantly. He didn't push further. He leaned down, kissing your forehead, his voice steady and reassuring.
"It's okay. I won't move. Just breathe."
He stayed still, letting your body adjust to him. He waited, kissing your cheeks, your eyelids, your nose.
You took a shaky breath and nodded.
He began to push, slowly and steadily. You felt yourself stretching, the sensation of fullness filling every void in your body. When he was finally buried deep inside you, you let out a long, shuddering exhale.
He started slow, pulling back almost all the way before sliding back in with a wet thud. You had never known sex could feel like this. It wasn't just physical; it felt like he was claiming your very soul.
As he picked up the pace, the sounds of the act filled the room—the slap of his balls against your thighs, the squelch of your joined bodies.
Giyuu leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You moaned into his mouth, the pleasure of the friction and the intimacy of the kiss combining into something explosive.
he whispered against your lips.
"Should I go faster... or slower?"
"Faster... please, Giyuu, faster!"
He obeyed, his thrusts becoming hard and rhythmic. He was no longer the reserved Hashira, he was a man possessed. He gripped your hips, lifting you slightly to get a deeper angle, hitting your cervix with every plunge.
"You're so tight... you feel amazing,"
he groaned, his voice dripping with lust.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to be as one. You could feel the tension building in him, the way his muscles tightened with every stroke.
"Giyuu... I love you... I love you so much!"
He let out a guttural sound, his pace becoming frantic. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breathing ragged.
"I love you... you're mine... only mine..."
With one final, deep thrust, Giyuu stiffened. You felt the hot burst of his cum filling you, wave after wave of heat that made you scream out his name. You peaked at the same time, your internal muscles clamping down on him in a tight grip that nearly made him lose his mind.
He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat. He didn't pull away immediately; he stayed there, holding you, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your chest.
He shifted slightly, kissing your temple.
"I'm sorry I waited so long,"
You smiled, closing your eyes and cuddling into him. The canyon between you had finally closed, and for the first time in two years, you felt completely and utterly loved.
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