I struggle so hard to think of Canon Giyu having sex or sexual desires. I know everyone has them and he probably does too I just struggle so hard to think about it
ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
Giyuu Tomioka
His kinks & fetishes
A/n: Have a seat. Let’s chat. I posted these on my TikTok and I left you guys hanging. I’m sorry shawty’s.
CW: BDSM, Power dynamic’s, ejaculation, partialism, sensory deprivation, aftercare
Before we get started I want to say that I dug deep into this man’s mind. Giyuu’s reserved nature is exactly why I think his sexuality would run deep. People can be hard to read if they show emotional restraint but don’t mistake that for lack of desire. Giyuu is someone who suppresses nearly every part of himself. We only see him do it with grief, anger, guilt, sadness, even basic self-worth. But other emotions aren’t exempt from that. I don’t see him as openly flirtatious or naturally confident in intimacy. I think he’s inexperienced. If anything, I think he would carry a lot of shame surrounding his own wants because he already treats his needs like burdens. I think, in a safe relationship with someone he fully trusts, all of that restraint would crack open slowly. And I do think he would become intensely overwhelmed by finally being allowed to want something for himself. He may even struggle with being honest about his desires. A lot of his intimacy would probably stem from emotional starvation rather than confidence. He has spent so long denying himself that once he finally has it, he clings to it.I think his repression would makes those feelings stronger because they have nowhere else to go.
Bondage
He's a rigger and a rope bunny. We all know he can use a rope for this purpose. He'd love to see you desperate for him, begging, and squirming. He'd touch you but never where you need it most until you break.
"Stop struggling or it will get tighter."
He'd also relish in the surrender of his own control. But he would have to trust you first. He loves how it lets him rest for once, he doesn't need to be in charge of anything. He'd be extremely aroused that he can't stop you, he just has to feel whatever you want to do to him. That's it. His whole job is to be strong and untouchable. To be able to step out of that is freeing and exciting to him.
"Touch me properly or don't touch me at all. Teasing is beneath us."
Switching
This is also a reflection of his duty vs his desire. Sex for him would become an outlet.
Dom! Giyuu
Depending on the day and how you've acted towards him, he can be gentle or rough. Although— I do think he’s soft. He'd be precise and controlled, not losing his composure. He says almost nothing but his commands are absolutes. He enjoys being dominant because he likes the simplicity of giving orders and getting what he wants.
"If you want something, use your manners. Say please.”
“Say my name again. Remember it when you forget yours."
Sub! Giyuu
If he's had a long day, he wants to you be in control. It’s hard to measure what a long day would be for him, as most of his days are long. When he is utterly exhausted he doesn't want to think or be performative. He wants to follow, not lead. The release of his control is a release of a burden for him.
"Please use me. That's what I'm here for."
"Don't hold back. I can take what you need to give me."
Cum Play
For him this is all about possession.
He's quiet about his possession and jealously. But seeing you covered in his essence? In his mind, he's marked you as his. He'd find it hot to watch it spread across your skin as he keeps thrusting into you, watching your tits or ass bounce, listening to your moans and whimpers. He wants to ruin you for anyone else. He'd demand that you let it dry on your skin. His favorite place to do it is on your face. Watching you get eager for him to mark you, your eyes staring up at him, your skin flushed and glowing, your tongue sticking out— it would send him over the edge in seconds. It's also visual proof of his connection to you, which he needs.
"Don't waste a drop."
"I'm going to cover every inch of you until you smell like me for days."
Thighs
This is about his need for intimacy without overwhelming vulnerability at first. Giyuu takes things slow. He wants to keep a distance while also getting physical closeness. So, at first…he’s fucking your thighs. If he's staring at you for too long, you can bet it's at your thighs. They hold space for everything he fantasizes about. He'd enjoy how soft your skin is. He'd enjoy the warmth between them. Most of all? He loves watching himself disappear and reappear between thrusts, your slick dripping down and coating him. The emotional aspect of you trusting him like that makes his head spin too.
"Your skin is so soft here. I could stay like this all day."
"The way they squeeze around me... made for this."
Favorite Position
Intimate doggy style. His style is a bit different.
He's still behind you but with more contact. He's kneeling, his chest to your back, his arms wrapped around you. He can control each movement this way while also maintaining constant touch. He'd bury his face in your neck or hair. His quiet breaths against your skin. The combination of affection and lust would be intoxicating for him.
"Arch for me. Need to be deeper."
"You're completely mine like this."
Sensory Deprivation
(Blindfold)
He would find it fascinating to be the one being blindfolded and to be the one doing the blindfolding.
Giving:
He's amused by watching how sensitive and reactive you become when your other senses are heightened. Every sound you make is magnified, every touch he gives you is electric. You also can't see him so he's way more comfortable and confident.
"Your breathing changes when I get close to you. Did you know that?"
"Your body is speaking so clearly, you're begging for me."
Receiving:
For him, he would enjoy being unguarded this way. The darkness would let him be free of any weight from your stares or observations. He doesn't need to wonder what you're thinking. He can just react authentically. Not to mention, the excitement he feels from anticipating your next touch or movement.
"You could do anything to me right now and I wouldn't see it coming."
Partial Clothing
He finds it especially hot when one of you or both of you are still wearing clothes. It's a way for him to have barriers and still experience intimacy. Like I said, he takes things slow. He'd prefer to keep his haori on because the familiar fabric comforts him. He'd want you to keep on a piece of clothing that amplifies your thighs or stomach. He loves to watch the way your tits bounce out of your shirt, the way your skirt bunches up, the way your underwear gets soaked.
"I need you so bad, just open where I need access."
"I love fucking your clothes off you.”
Affection
He CRAVES gentle affection, touch, words, and aftercare. He'd have to hold back his orgasm if you stroked his hair during sex, or if you placed soft kisses all over his body. He'd never admit it but he doesn't have to because his composure shatters when you praise him or compliment him.
Summary: When you surprise Giyu by cooking his favorite meal, a simple night in becomes a quiet reflection of how your relationship has grown, and how the simplest nights together can be the most special.
Warnings: Suggestive content
Notes: No real warnings or smut in this one, just fluff. I’m trying to get better at writing fluff since I usually tend to write smut. However, I couldn’t resist putting in a couple suggestive/teasing jokes.
Word Count: 2.2k
Part 2
A few months had gone by since your disastrous first date with Giyu, and in that time you’ve had plenty more dates that went as planned. Your dates typically consisted of getting food at a restaurant and maybe doing an activity, followed by going back to one of your places.
You told Giyu you wanted to have a lazy night-in tonight, with dinner and a movie at your place. As long as he got to spend time with you, he didn’t particularly care what the plans were.
After a long week, the day of your dinner and movie plans had finally arrived. You and Giyu texted each other throughout the week, your messages filled with excitement and flirtation.
Giyu: Do you need me to bring anything tonight?
You: Nope! Just your handsome self ;)
Giyu: You’re sure? I could bring snacks for the movie or some extra blankets?
Giyu: Also, thank you for the compliment :)
You: You can bring those things if you want, but you don’t have to.
Giyu: What movie are we watching?
You: It’s a surprise.
Giyu: What’s for dinner?
You: Also a surprise. But I’m sure you’ll like it.
Giyu: Do I get to know any details about tonight’s plans?
You: I’ll be there.
Giyu: That’s good enough for me.
You: Can't wait for tonight! :)
Giyu: Me neither ;)
You: Sounds like you’re making some assumptions there, Mr. Tomioka.
Giyu: I said nothing.
You: I know what that winky face means.
Giyu: I meant to put a colon and accidentally hit the semi-colon.
You: Suuuurreee you did.
Giyu: Believe what you want.
You: Oh, I will, Mr. “It was a typo.”
You: See you tonight.
Giyu: Looking forward to it.
The aroma of salmon and daikon filled your home as the pot simmered on the stove. You had determined this must be Giyu’s favorite food, as he always seems to order it any time a place has it on their menu. Few things in life made him smile the way he did when he was eating a good meal, so you felt cooking for him was the perfect way to become closer, believing the way to his heart was most certainly through his stomach.
You dipped a spoon into the broth to give it a taste, and just as you determined it was ready, there was a knock at the door. It had to be Giyu, right on time as always.
“Come in,” you called, too busy setting the table and putting the final touches on dinner to answer the door. You had told Giyu he didn’t need to knock anymore, but he still wanted to be polite.
“Something smells delicious in here,” he remarked, walking into the kitchen holding a large, fluffy blanket and a box of your favorite candy.
“I told you you didn’t have to bring anything tonight,” you smiled, heart fluttering at the sweet gesture.
“I know, but I thought you might like a treat with the movie, whatever that may be since you refused to tell me any details about tonight,” Giyu replied, feigning annoyance but letting out a soft chuckle. “And I thought it might be nice to snuggle under a cozy blanket together, so I had to make sure we would have one big enough.”
“You truly thought of everything,” you giggled.
“I try.” He shrugged his shoulders. “By the way, is that my hoodie?”
You look down at your torso as if you weren’t aware of the fact that you were currently wearing an item of his clothing that you had ‘borrowed.’
“I told you I wasn’t giving it back,” you said matter-of-factly with a chuckle.
“I was wondering where that went,” he laughed. “You can keep it. It looks cute on you.”
“I was planning on it.” You tugged lightly at the hem of the hoodie, then looked back up at him with a playful glint in your eye. “Though, I may let you borrow it just long enough for it to smell like you again.”
Giyu’s brows lifted slightly at that, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement.
“Deal,” he said.
You flashed him your sweetest smile before turning back to the stove to get dinner ready to serve.
“So what’s for dinner?”
“Simmered salmon and daikon with rice,” you replied.
His eyes widened as he saw you spooning a portion into a bowl.
“That’s… my favorite,” he stuttered in disbelief. “But… I don’t think I’ve ever told you. How did you know?”
“It wasn’t exactly a secret. You order it anytime a restaurant has it on the menu,” you giggled, placing the bowls of food on the table.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to go out of your way to cook a big meal for me.” He hugged you from behind. It was more than gratitude for the food—it was appreciation that you had paid attention to something so small and remembered it.
“I wanted to,” you said softly, turning to face him and slipping your arms around his neck. “You always look so happy when you eat it.”
Giyu leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. Before the kiss could get any more heated, you pulled back.
“We should eat while it’s hot,” you murmured. “We can continue this after dinner.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he smiled.
A quiet laugh escaped you as you slipped out of his arms, gesturing for him to sit at the table. Giyu settled into the chair across from you, lifting his chopsticks but pausing until you took the first bite. You carefully watched him bring a piece of salmon to his mouth, trying to observe his reaction without being too obvious or weird about it.
His eyes softened and his face lit up as he chewed slowly, thoughtfully, before swallowing.
“It’s really good,” he said softly.
“Yeah?” you smiled, relieved to hear he liked your cooking.
He nodded, taking another bite. “Better than anything I’ve ever had at a restaurant.”
“I’m glad you like it,” you replied, cheeks warming at the compliment.
The next couple of minutes passed in comfortable silence, broken only by the soft clink of chopsticks against ceramic. Your eyes flicked up every now and then, catching glimpses of Giyu thoroughly enjoying his food.
Suddenly, he reached across the table, taking your hand in his. Your gaze met his deep blue eyes, full of appreciation and vulnerability.
“Thank you,” he said with quiet affection. “No one has ever cooked for me like this before. It’s nice.”
“Well I’m happy you like my cooking,” you said with a small chuckle. “Because you might end up eating a lot of it.”
You paused, suddenly aware of what you had just implied.
“That is… if you see this—us—as something long-term.”
“I do.”
His thumb brushed gently over the back of your hand, the certainty in his voice sending a warm flutter through your chest. For a moment, neither of you said anything, hands remaining joined across the table as you savored each other’s touch.
The steam drifting up from the bowls in front of you caught your attention.
“We should finish eating before it gets cold,” you said gently.
Giyu nodded, giving your hand a final affectionate squeeze before releasing it. Both of you picked up your chopsticks and resumed eating again, sweet smiles and soft conversation filling the space between you as your chopsticks clinked against the ceramic dishes.
When you were close to finishing your food, you glanced up at Giyu, giggling as you caught a glimpse of a few grains of rice around the corners of his mouth.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Bit of a messy eater, aren’t we?” you asked, a soft chuckle escaping your mouth.
Giyu’s brows furrowed and he tilted his head in confusion.
“You have a bit of rice on your face,” you smiled, gesturing to the corners of your mouth.
His cheeks flushed as he wiped part of his face with a napkin, catching the grains of rice on that side. Before he could go back to eating, you gestured again, laughing a little harder now.
“Other side too, babe.”
“Sorry about that,” he said with embarrassment in his voice, his cheeks becoming a deeper shade of pink.
“No need to apologize. I’m just glad to see you’re enjoying the food.”
Giyu nodded, taking his last few bites and placing his chopsticks on the rest in front of him.
“Would you like some more?” you asked. “You seemed pretty hungry.”
“I’m alright,” he murmured, but you could hear the hesitation in his voice. You had been around him long enough to know that he was most likely currently working through an internal battle, mentally going back and forth between wanting more to eat and wanting to be polite.
“Giyu,” you started. “I know you want some more. Please, go help yourself. I’m sure I gave you a smaller portion than you would usually eat anyway.”
His eyes softened and a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he took his bowl over to the stove, happy to feel like someone was taking care of him. He returned to the table with another portion of salmon and daikon, eating a little slower this time.
“Thank you again,” he said. “It was delicious.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ll pack up some leftovers for you to take home, then I’ll do the dishes, and then we can watch a movie.”
Giyu insisted on helping with the dishes despite your numerous protests. Fairly quickly, you found yourself standing next to Giyu at the sink, with him washing the dishes and you drying them. You smiled as you thought about how his presence made even routine domestic tasks more pleasant.
“So are you going to tell me what movie we’re watching yet?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“Nope,” you chirped. “You’ll just have to see once we sit down to watch it.”
“You’re impossible, you know that?” he chuckled softly.
“Excuse me, I think I’m a delight,” you replied, pretending to be offended.
“Troublemaker.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll show you a troublemaker.” You dipped your fingertips into the dish water and flicked it in his direction.
“Two can play at that game,” he huffed a laugh, doing the same back to you.
You escalated the playful teasing, reaching for his sides, knowing he was very ticklish there. He managed to slip free with ease, stepping back defensively with the dish towel in position to pop you should you try that again.
“You wouldn’t dare!” you gasped.
“Try me,” he challenged, a playful smirk spread across his face.
You lunged forward, managing to grab the towel from him. What followed was a few minutes of chasing each other around the kitchen that ended with both of you laughing on the floor.
Giyu’s socks had caused him to slip and fall, and when you got close to him, he pulled you down with him, your uncontrollable laughter making it difficult for you to stay standing. You landed right on top of him, both cackling until neither of you could breathe.
When the giggles dissipated, Giyu’s ocean blue eyes met yours, full of affection. He brought you closer, pulling you down to him for a tender yet hungry kiss.
“So… movie time?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s finally movie time,” you playfully rolled your eyes.
“What’s this surprise movie that we’re watching?”
“Oh I didn’t actually have anything picked out. I just wanted to mess with you,” you laughed as he let out an exasperated sigh.
“I figured we could pick something out together,” you continued.
“Alright then,” he replied. “But I need you to help me get up. I’ve suddenly become aware of how full I am from dinner.”
You let out a small chuckle as you helped pull him up to his feet. He grabbed the blanket he brought, as well as your candy, and followed you into the sitting room.
With the movie beginning to play and the two of you snuggled up together under the blanket, the night was almost perfect. Almost.
After a few moments passed, you glanced up at Giyu, his handsome features highlighted by the dim light of the television in the otherwise dark room. You pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss, starting out tender and innocent, but quickly intensifying as you opened your mouth a little more and slipped your hand up his shirt, tracing the muscles of his chest.
Giyu slowly pulled back, taking your hand out from under his shirt and lacing your fingers together. You shot him a very confused and concerned look.
“Everything alright?” you asked.
“Yeah… I ate a little too much at dinner… it was just so good…” he murmured sleepily. “Can we just cuddle?”
“Sure, babe,” you huffed a laugh, your lips forming a smile. “Though, you know I’m going to have to tease you about turning down fooling around because you put yourself in a food coma.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he smiled, pulling you tighter into his embrace. You settled into his arms, and both of you dozed off together on the couch.
Mitsuri+Obanai, Muichiro+Gyomei, Sanemi, Inosuke, Genya, and Zenitsu Intro
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🪭Part 4 Subbed / Eng Dub
🪭Part 5 Shinobu's Death Kanao's Intro Subbed / Eng Dub
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Part 4 Final - Zenitsu's Grandpa Subbed / Eng Dub
Kokushibo Giving Kaigaku His Blood Sub / Eng Dub
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Part 8 Akaza Ending Subbed / Eng Dub
Tanjiro & Inosuke Killing Intent 殺意
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Tanjuro Kamado Transparent World 透き通る世界
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Akaza Backstory はくじ
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Summary: After the unexpected night you shared on your last mission, Giyu insists on taking you out on a proper, perfect date.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, oral sex (f+m receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, minors DNI
Notes: I definitely did not intend for this fic to be this long... And honestly, I'd say half of it is just sex. Surely there are some feral Giyu fans who will appreciate it lol
Word Count: 8.4k
Part 1
It had been a few days since you and Giyu returned from your mission. Neither of you mentioned anything about what happened that night, aside from Giyu asking to take you to dinner tonight. You didn’t want to take the chance of any other members of the corps overhearing and making a big deal about the two of you getting together. At least not until you could see how an actual date went.
You were almost done getting ready, adding the final touches to your hair and makeup. Normally, you’re not overly concerned about your appearance, but tonight you looked red carpet ready with your loose curls, bedroom eyes, and little black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. You don’t even know why you cared so much, considering that Giyu has seen you at your worst. He’s seen you severely sleep-deprived, covered in dirt and sweat, and apparently still finds you attractive, but for some reason you still wanted to look your best for him tonight. If nothing else, just because a man as handsome as him should have a pretty girl on his arm.
Giyu said he would be at your place at 6:00 to pick you up. You glanced at the clock, moving a little quicker when you saw it read 5:58. Just as you finished putting on perfume, you heard a knock at the door. It was 6:00 on the dot.
When you answered the door, there stood Giyu. Not the skilled demon slayer, not the Water Hashira, just Giyu, looking as handsome as ever. He was dressed in dark jeans and a black button-up shirt that perfectly highlighted his muscular chest and arms, and clutched in one hand was a bouquet of flowers.
“Wow,” Giyu started, a light flush painting his cheeks. “You look absolutely stunning.”
“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” you giggled.
“These are for you,” he smiled softly, holding out the small bouquet.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you,” you replied, taking them.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Giyu murmured.
“You’re laying it on pretty thick for a guy I’ve already slept with,” you joked, making him blush a little deeper.
“I- uh,” Giyu stammered.
“I’m just teasing,” you laughed. “Here, step inside for a minute so I can put these flowers in some water before we go.”
He stepped inside your apartment, gently pushing the door shut behind him.
“Do you need any help?” He offered politely.
“I’ve got it. Thank you though,” you replied, pulling a vase out of a cabinet. “So where are we going for dinner?”
“It’s a nice Italian place I’ve been to a couple times. I thought you had said before that you liked Italian food.”
“It’s my favorite,” you chirped, filling the vase with water.
This whole time, Giyu had been completely unaware of how much he had been checking you out.
“You’re staring,” you smirked.
“Sorry, it’s just- that dress looks… incredible on you,” he said, eyes still focused on your curves as you placed the flowers on the kitchen table.
“I’m sure you’ll think it looks even better off of me... Oh wait, you’ve already seen that,” you jested, playfully touching his arm, keeping hold of it to steady yourself as you pulled your shoes on.
Giyu pulled you against him, cutting off your giggles with a soft kiss. The feeling of his lips on yours, his gentle hand on your cheek, and his muscular arm around your waist pulling you closer made you forget all about your teasing banter.
“Are you done with your little jokes? If you keep making me think about that night, we won’t make it to dinner,” he murmured, smiling down at you.
“Well we certainly wouldn’t want that,” you purred. “You’ll need the energy for later.”
With that, the two of you made your way to the restaurant. The weather was pleasant with only a slight chill in the air, and it wasn’t too far from where either of you lived, so you had planned to walk there.
The walk to the restaurant started with friendly conversation about how your week had been, your fingers brushing every few strides, eventually prompting you to slip your hand into his. His fingers automatically intertwined with yours, like he had spent the entirety of the walk so far waiting for the right moment to initiate holding hands. While you had already slept together, PDA and small touches like this felt like an entirely different kind of intimacy that he had not yet experienced with you.
The conversation eventually trailed off, leaving the two of you walking in silence. When you caught a glance of Giyu’s face out of the corner of your eye, you could tell he was deep in thought, biting the inside of his cheek while seemingly going through a mental checklist.
“You know, I can tell when you’re stressing or overthinking about something,” you remarked.
“I’m not stressing,” he replied a little too quickly, almost defensively.
“You always bite the inside of your cheek when you’re nervous. You do it all the time before talking in meetings.”
“I just want tonight to go well,” he sighed.
“Well, we’ve only just started walking to the restaurant, and so far you’ve given me flowers, we’ve kissed, and I’m holding your hand. I feel like that’s about as good as it can get at this point,” you giggled, playfully swinging your clasped hands.
“I suppose,” he replied.
“Besides,” you continued. “I’m sure that no matter what happens, I’ll still have a good time because I’m with you.”
You punctuated the statement with a reassuring squeeze of his hand, and you could see his face relax slightly as the tension began to leave his shoulders. Light conversation continued as the two of you settled into a comfortable, relaxed pace, your footsteps becoming more synced.
Gradually, Giyu’s grip on your hand began to loosen, his fingers slipping free. There was a brief pause, like he was deciding something, before his arm settled around your lower back, his hand resting on your hip like it belonged there. A soft smile spread across your lips as you leaned into him, enjoying his touch. You were glad to see him becoming less and less nervous as you continued walking, sharing stories, banter, and laughs.
The rest of the walk to the restaurant seemed quicker once you and Giyu became more comfortable and your conversation became more lively. As you approached the door to the restaurant, you noticed there was a sign taped to it, reading:
“Our power is currently out so we are unable to serve patrons at this time. We apologize for the inconvenience and hope you’ll be back to visit us soon.”
Giyu’s jaw tightened as he read the sign, his arm tense against your back as his gaze lingered on it. After a brief moment of silence, he let out a sigh and spoke.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I had a reservation.”
“There’s no need to apologize,” you started. “Things happen. We’ll find somewhere else to eat.”
You smiled, giving his arm a comforting squeeze. He gave a small nod, turning to continue walking. You reached for Giyu’s hand again, fingers threading through his, wanting to show him that you still liked him and wanted to be with him despite the date not going as planned.
“You’re doing it again,” you remarked.
“Doing what?” He asked.
“Biting the inside of your cheek.”
“I can’t help it,” he replied. “I wanted tonight to go well.”
“It is going well. Because I get to spend time with you,” you replied, holding onto his arm, and you’re almost certain you saw the corner of his mouth begin to curve upward.
As it turns out, the only place along that entire street that still had power was a small, casual diner. Its neon sign hummed softly, appearing even brighter amongst the other businesses that were all dark. Giyu stepped forward to open the door for you as you approached it, his hand brushing your lower back as you passed in front of him. Even though the plans had changed and you were no longer going to a fancy Italian restaurant, he was still going to be a gentleman, intent on this still being a proper date.
Upon entering the establishment, your appearance drew some looks from the other patrons, as you were quite overdressed for the current setting. You could tell Giyu felt uneasy with all of the attention, but he did his best to appear calm, taking you by the hand and leading you to a booth in the corner.
“Well, if there were chairs I would have pulled yours out for you,” he quipped, helping you ease into the booth.
“You know, you don’t have to try so hard to impress me. I already really like you,” you smiled, eyes flicking down to his lips before meeting his gaze again. “And besides, I have a feeling that dinner isn’t going to be the best part of tonight.”
Giyu’s eyes widened ever so slightly as color crept up to the tips of his ears, leaving them unmistakably flushed pink. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat as if he were trying to recompose himself. Unfortunately for him, it was at this exact moment that the waitress came over to greet the two of you.
“Well, don’t you two look nice! What’s the occasion? Surely you didn’t get this dressed up just to come here,” she bantered as she handed a menu to each of you.
“We had reservations at the Italian place down the street, but their power is out, along with the rest of the restaurants on this strip,” you explained, softly smiling at Giyu before turning back to the waitress.
“Well, I hope the two of you still enjoy your dinner, even if it’s not what you had planned,” she remarked before taking your drink orders. “By the way, you guys are such a cute couple!” She added, making you smile and your heart flutter.
After she walked away, you turned your attention back to Giyu, who was already looking at the menu. With the interaction over, you noticed that Giyu still hadn’t entirely recovered from what you’d said. As you scanned over your options, you felt his knee lightly nudge yours under the table. You knew it was no accident when you flicked your gaze upward and saw that he seemed a little too focused on reading the menu. You responded by letting your foot brush against his leg, subtly looking up at him to see his reaction. He paused, eyes flicking up to briefly meet yours before he returned his attention to the menu. From the outside, he seemed perfectly composed with the faintest smirk forming on his lips, but you could see that the tips of his ears were still flushed.
The waitress returned not long after with drinks and asked if you were ready to order. With orders put in and the waitress gone again, the world narrowed to just the two of you, the space between you charged from the playful teasing. Giyu leaned in just a little, smirk still present and his voice quiet.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier,” he started. “About dinner not being the best part of the night?”
Your brows lifted slightly, breath catching as you realized he was teasing you back.
“I agree,” he continued, reaching for your hand. “While our night hasn’t started out great, I intend to make sure it ends very well.”
You couldn’t help but smile as your heart rate picked up and a warm spark bloomed low in your stomach. Right after Giyu finished his remark, the waitress came back with your food. This time you were the one trying to maintain your composure in front of her during the interruption to your playful teasing.
Both of you started eating, joking and making casual conversation between bites. Giyu was now more relaxed and confident, as the date seemed to be going smoothly after the initial hiccup of the restaurant being closed. Or so he thought.
The waitress returned to the table with refills, but as she moved to place one drink on the table, she accidentally knocked the other over. Unfortunately, the contents landed directly in Giyu’s lap. His jaw tightened as the cold water soaked into his jeans and the bottom of his shirt, washing away the confidence he had managed to recover since arriving at the diner.
“Oh my goodness, I am so so sorry!” The waitress exclaimed.
“It’s fine,” he said evenly, trying to appear calm, but the color creeping up his neck told you he was on the verge of spiraling as yet another thing had gone wrong. “Accidents happen.”
“I’m going to get some towels,” she continued frantically as she ran into the kitchen.
“I’m sorry,” Giyu murmured.
“I’m not sure why you’re apologizing to me when you’re the one whose lap is currently full of ice water,” you replied with a chuckle, trying to make light of the situation and show him you didn’t see this date as a total disaster, as you knew that’s what he was currently thinking.
The waitress returned quickly with a stack of towels. Giyu dried the seat of the booth while she worked on soaking up what had ended up on the floor. You grabbed another towel to start drying Giyu’s lap while the waitress went to get more towels. As you blotted up the water from his jeans, you could feel how tense he was under your touch.
“I- you really don’t have to-” he stammered, but didn't make any effort to stop you.
“I know,” you replied softly. “But I want to help.”
He let out a long sigh, dragging a hand down his face, which was currently flushed bright red on account of your hand placement, before speaking again.
“This is not how I wanted tonight to go.”
“Maybe not,” you started, giggling softly. “But if I were having a terrible time, I don’t think I'd be doing this.”
You gave his leg a gentle, reassuring squeeze with the towel, just enough for him to feel your touch.
Still sensing the tension in his shoulders, you added, “I didn’t come tonight for a perfect date. I came to spend time with you… and honestly, I’m having a great time.”
Giyu’s eyes met yours, disbelief and cautious hope written across his face.
“Do you really mean that, or are you just trying to make me feel better?” He asked.
“I mean it,” you replied, bringing a hand to his cheek and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “I like being with you.”
You let your hand slide down to his chest, feeling the tension in his body begin to ease beneath your touch, while the flush coloring his face faded slowly, lingering only at his cheeks. He looked like he was about to say something back, but before he could, your waitress approached your table with more towels and the manager.
“Oh!” She gasped, stopping short as her eyes flicked down and quickly back up again. “I- um- see that you’ve… got things handled.”
She let out a small, nervous laugh. “I just- um- brought more towels. And again, I’m so incredibly sorry about the spill.”
“Yes, we sincerely apologize,” the manager added, helping the waitress set the fresh towels down and collect the wet ones. “And I wanted to let you know there will be no charge for your meals this evening.”
“It’s fine,” Giyu murmured.
“Thank you, we appreciate that,” you jumped in with a smile.
Once the waitress and manager were gone, Giyu let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. It came out as something between a sigh and a quiet laugh.
“Well,” he started, “I definitely never would have thought this is how the night would unfold.”
His fingers brushed over your hand in his lap, curling gently around your wrist as he guided it back to the table.
“As much as I enjoy your touch,” he added, a soft chuckle to his voice, “Perhaps we should save that for later. We’ve got a bit of an audience.”
You glanced around the diner, noticing that some of the other customers were looking at the two of you, curious what all the commotion was about.
He unfolded one of the towels to place on the seat beneath him, and another over his lap.
“What are you doing?” You asked, eyeing him curiously.
“We’re not done eating,” he replied matter-of-factly. “This way we can at least finish our meals.”
A moment passed before his gaze flicked back up to you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I have a feeling we’ll both need the energy for later.”
You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm at his confident tease, surprised in the best way by this flirtatious side of him. The two of you carried on eating, laughter and playful remarks flowing between bites again.
After finishing your food and receiving one last apology from the waitress and the manager, you stepped out of the diner. Quiet excitement replaced the tension of the mishaps, both knowing the best part of the evening was yet to come.
“So, your place or mine?” You teased, sliding your hand up his arm.
“How about mine? It’s closer, and I don’t like the look of those dark clouds moving in,” he observed.
“Yours it is then. Lead the way,” you said, sliding your hand into his, letting your fingers thread with his as you started walking.
It wasn’t long before you felt the first drop hit your skin. You almost didn’t notice it at first, but as a few more landed, you knew you were in for another mishap. Before long, it was absolutely pouring down rain. Giyu had tried to quickly take off his jacket and hold it over you in an attempt to keep you somewhat dry, but there was just too much to block.
“Giyu, I appreciate the gesture, but it’s not working. I’m soaked,” you laughed wryly.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “I’m trying to make things better.”
“Obviously no rain would be ideal, but I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be stuck in it with,” you giggled, playfully swinging your hands, trying to make the most of the situation. You knew it was working when you noticed a small smile begin to curl at the corner of his mouth, but he remained quiet.
“On the bright side, at least no one can tell you had a drink spilled in your lap since we’re soaked to the bone now.”
“That’s true,” he chuckled, realizing that the little mishaps didn’t ruin the date. They made it memorable and brought the two of you closer.
Once you made it to his porch, you both squeezed under the small awning, laughing together as you tried to wring some of the water out of your clothes before going inside. As quickly as he had unlocked the door to let the two of you in, he had it closed and locked again.
Playful laughter faded to urgent passion as Giyu’s lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss, his hands gentle yet firm as he held you impossibly close, pressing you against the doorframe. Your fingers fisted in the damp fabric of his jacket, tugging him against you, needing to feel his body on yours.
The kiss deepened quickly, his restraint shattering as he pushed his tongue into your mouth without hesitation and his hands moved to explore your curves. Every action this time was confident, certain. He kneaded your breast as his other hand slid down to your ass, squeezing it, using his hold on it to pull you even closer.
You kicked off your shoes and pushed off each other’s jackets, eager to get to the part of the night that you both anticipated to be the highlight. Your hands flew to the buttons of his shirt, frantically undoing them as if you couldn’t get it off fast enough, while he blindly felt for the zipper of your dress, yanking down on it once he found it.
“Bedroom,” Giyu panted between kisses, his breath hot against your neck.
The two of you stumbled toward the hallway, his shirt already halfway off, landing on the foyer floor with a soft plop. Wet footprints, damp spots on the walls, and a trail of haphazardly dropped clothes showed your clumsy path to his bedroom, as you ungracefully continued kissing and undressing each other along the way.
His back landed against the wall as your hands trailed down his muscular torso, his breath hitching when they reached the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers worked on his belt and zipper while he peeled your dress down your body. Finally undone, you pushed his jeans down, letting them pool at his feet, leaving both of you in only your undergarments as you approached the door of his room.
Giyu let out an involuntary groan into your mouth as you palmed him through his boxers, his cock already fully hard for you. He pushed the bedroom door open with his foot while reciprocating the touch, your panties completely soaked between the rain and your arousal.
You were both too turned on to pay much attention to your surroundings, as a few more steps had you unexpectedly tumbling onto his bed in an uncoordinated heap, with him landing on top of you. Both of you paused for a second to catch your breath, warm smiles and soft laughter filling the space between you as he pressed his forehead to yours, savoring this tender moment with you.
“We should slow down,” Giyu breathed, palm cradling your cheek as his fingers slid into your hair.
“Last time, we were rushed. On a mission, time not our own.” His thumb slowly brushed over your jaw.
“Tonight I want to take my time with you.” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck.
“I want to show you how good I can make you feel.” Another kiss to your lips.
“How does that sound?” He murmured, deep blue eyes meeting yours.
“I think I’d like that,” you smiled, arms snaking around his neck to pull him down to you for a deep, unhurried kiss.
Giyu’s lips caressed yours, the kisses now slower, more intentional, as his hand slid under your back to unhook your bra and slide it off. He took his time leaving open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, each one lingering a second longer than necessary, savoring the ability to take his time now. He continued his descent, leaving a few marks on your skin along the way, eventually making his way to your breasts.
A soft sound slipped from your throat as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he flicked his tongue over it. Meanwhile, he kneaded your other breast, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. You drew a sharp breath as he grazed your nipple lightly with his teeth before switching sides, giving the same attention to the other.
As much as you were enjoying these affectionate touches, you began to grow impatient as an insistent heat pooled between your legs. You pressed your hips upward against him, begging for him to touch you there. He responded quickly, his hand sliding down your waist, dipping under the waistband of your panties. He moved back up to kiss your lips again as an unhurried finger slipped between your folds, delicately circling your clit and teasing your entrance. You moaned into the kiss, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, urging him to touch you more.
Giyu broke the kiss and slid his hand from your panties, drawing a whine from you at the loss. His gaze locked with yours, pupils blown wide with arousal as he slowly lifted his slick finger to his mouth, making a deliberate show of sucking it clean.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, placing kisses along your jawline and neck.
His words and the teasing action made your heart race, heat coiling low in your belly, making you shift beneath him, aching for his next touch. A smirk tugged at his lips as he noticed the movement, incredibly turned on by how desperate you were for him.
“Can you move up a little for me?” He cooed. “I want to get comfortable so I can make sure you come at least once before we do anything else.”
You quickly shifted, inching higher on the bed as he followed close behind, both of you stopping once his lower body was comfortably stretched across the mattress.
Giyu placed soft kisses down your stomach, lips brushing over your skin between each one until he made it to the waistband of your panties. He hooked his fingers into the sides, slowly sliding them down your legs before haphazardly tossing them on the floor somewhere.
His hands gently caressed your thighs as he placed them over his shoulders before settling between them, breath hot against your skin, teasing you as he passed over where you were so desperate to feel his mouth. He kissed and nipped at your inner thighs, his ascent painfully slow, leaving you practically begging.
Your breath hitched as his tongue finally made contact with your pussy, slowly dragging up your slit. His hands settled on your outer thighs, squeezing them as he started with soft, tentative licks to gauge your reaction.
Your breath stuttered into a quiet moan, hips unconsciously tilting upward toward him as your body craved more. Pleased to see such a positive response to his efforts, Giyu’s movements became more certain, and he began to focus most of his attention on your clit. His tongue flicked lightly and traced small circles around the sensitive nub as another, more audible, moan left your mouth. Your fingers threaded into his dark hair, not tugging, just holding onto him, using the contact to ground yourself.
His lips closed around your clit, tenderly sucking, pulling a loud moan from you and making your back arch as your grip on his hair tightened, holding him close, earning a satisfied groan from him.
“That’s it,” he breathed, pulling back for a moment as he slipped a finger inside, gently pumping and curling it, determined to make you come undone. “Don’t hold back. You sound so beautiful.”
With that, he lowered his head back down to continue pleasuring you with his mouth. His tongue flicked over your clit quickly as he added a second finger, quickly building up to a steady rhythm as his mouth and hand worked in tandem. As he sensed you getting closer, he started alternating between flicking with his tongue and sucking, pulling a whimper from you with each switch.
“Mmm, feels so good,” you breathed, hips grinding against his mouth. “Getting close.”
Giyu shifted to place his free hand over your hip, holding you steady as he kept going, bringing you closer to orgasm.
You were impressed with his oral skills, as he had managed to get you to this point relatively quickly, and he was staying consistent with his rhythm and technique now that he knew you were getting close. Before long, the coil tightening in your lower belly snapped, and you came with a loud moan, almost a scream.
“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” you choked out, thighs closing around his head, trying to keep from crushing him as he continued working through the white hot pleasure that was already pulsing throughout your body. Eventually you had to push him away as you neared the point of overstimulation.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” you gasped, panting as you tried to catch your breath.
“Why, thank you,” Giyu smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he moved back up to kiss your neck, leaving a mark as he was now unbearably turned on from seeing you come undone for him. “I’ve been thinking about doing that since the mission.” He placed another kiss higher, along your jaw. “Glad I got to this time.”
You pulled him in for a desperate, sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.
“Perhaps you should let me return the favor,” you cooed, rolling over and pushing Giyu onto his back.
“If you say so,” he replied, smirking as you straddled his hips, running your hands over his abs. You trailed kisses from his lips to his jaw, to his neck, and down his chest, slowly making your way down his body. You looked up at him as you slid his boxers off, his deep blue eyes showing how badly he wanted you to touch him. He was already fairly hard from going down on you, your breathless sounds and the way your body had responded to him having left him just as affected.
Seeing how turned on he still was from making you fall apart made warmth bloom in your chest and lower belly. You pressed a slow kiss to his hip before letting your hands and lips wander closer to where he wanted you most, unhurried, intent on returning the pleasure he’d given you.
His jaw tightened as your fingers brushed over his cock, stroking him, enjoying seeing him so eager for your touch. You teasingly ran your tongue along the underside of his dick, making his breath hitch and his hips involuntarily buck, especially once you reached the tip, spending a little extra time there.
You smirked when you heard him let out a faint whimper, becoming incredibly impatient. His hands curled into tight fists in the sheets as you finally placed your lips around the tip and slowly sunk down, taking most of him into your mouth before moving back up. You slowly built up a steady rhythm, bobbing your head and using your hand to follow behind your mouth, occasionally swirling your tongue around the tip.
“Fuck,” Giyu rasped under his breath as you sunk down all the way, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You could tell he was struggling to maintain control, to keep from thrusting into your mouth, his body tense under you. When it seemed like he was getting closer, you hollowed your cheeks, sucking a little harder as you glanced up at him. He let out a stifled groan as his half-lidded eyes met yours, the sight of you sucking his cock while making eye contact with him almost sending him over the edge.
“Getting close,” he breathed, threading the fingers of one hand into your hair, not pushing, just holding and grounding. With that, you started moving faster and focusing more on the tip, determined to make him come undone beneath you. An involuntary groan left his throat as you gently fondled his balls as well.
It wasn’t long before he was letting out stifled moans, panting as ropes of cum shot into your mouth. You swallowed every drop as you worked him through it, continuing to suck and lick his cock until he was completely spent. Once he was finished, you pulled your lips off with a soft pop before moving back up to kiss him. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem bothered by tasting himself on your tongue.
You broke the kiss for a moment to look down at him panting underneath you, his pupils blown so wide you could barely see his deep blue irises. Your lips weren’t separated for long before he was pulling you back in for a slow, passionate makeout so he could recover before the next round.
You moved to straddle his hips as you continued kissing, your hips grinding on him as you felt him starting to get hard again. It didn’t take long for him to be ready for another round. You reached between you and guided his cock to your entrance, both of you letting out a soft, unintentional sound as you slowly sank down onto his length.
You started slowly raising and lowering your hips, hands splayed across Giyu’s chest to steady yourself while you adjusted to his size. Meanwhile, gentle hands slid up your thighs and to your ass, squeezing and kneading them as his hands traveled along your body. They initially settled on your hips as you started to bounce, but drifted higher to cup your breasts as his gaze followed the movement of your body, alternating between bouncing and grinding.
“You look so sexy riding me like this,” he breathed, pulling you down for another deep kiss. “But it’s my turn to be on top.”
As soon as he finished the remark, he was holding you tight and rolling both of you over so he was now above you with your legs wrapped around his waist. He started thrusting into you with slow, deep strokes, resting his forehead against yours, heightening the intimacy.
The steady rhythm he set drew breathy moans from you, your grip on his shoulders tightening as warmth pooled low in your belly and began to build. Gradually, his thrusts became faster and harder, drawing louder sounds from your mouth. Your fingers slid into his hair, giving a gentle tug, causing a choked groan to escape his throat. He pressed closer, burying his face in the curve of your neck, lips brushing heated kisses against your skin as he tried — and failed — to quiet the sounds you were pulling from him.
Your legs tightened around Giyu’s waist as you dragged your nails down his back, leaving faint red lines on his fair skin and earning another groan from him. This time, the sound he made was unrestrained, like your nails raking down his back had awakened something primal in him, yet the tenderness remained. Firm hands gripped your thighs, guiding your legs over his shoulders as he lifted your hips, drawing a sharp cry from you as the new angle let him sink deeper, filling you more completely.
Giyu’s hips drove into you with raw devotion and heated determination, desperately chasing release. His rhythm faltered, thrusts becoming unsteady as it was clear he was getting close.
“You feel so good,” he rasped, eyes dark and vulnerable. “I won’t last much longer.”
With that, you slipped your hand between the two of you to rub your clit, quickly building up pressure in your lower belly as your thighs trembled around him and your hips instinctively lifted, trying to meet his sloppy thrusts. It finally released all at once, pleasure pulsing through your body in waves as you came with a broken cry of his name, your back arching, fingers digging into his arms.
The feeling of your pussy clenching around him as you screamed pulled him over the edge with you, his hips stuttering as a guttural moan tore from his chest, rough and unrestrained. His grip on your thighs tightened, anchoring himself as he spilled into you, his last few strokes especially deep.
Giyu gently eased your legs down from his shoulders, a sharp contrast to how his fingers had just been digging into them a moment earlier. He flopped down on the bed next to you, panting as you turned to place soft kisses to his chest. The two of you lay tangled together as you both tried to catch your breath, the frantic edge from moments ago fading into something warm and steady. Your heartbeats gradually slowed as you each came down from your high, his arm tightening around you as he let out a satisfied sigh.
“You know,” he started, fingers absentmindedly tracing over your skin. “Tonight was, without a doubt, the most disastrous date I’ve ever been on, but getting to be with you like this again made it all worth it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I had a great time,” you bantered. “Though, I think that has more to do with the company than the actual date itself.”
You let out a soft giggle as you pressed a kiss to his lips.
“I think I need a shower before bed. Care to join me?” He asked.
“I’d love to,” you smiled.
With that, the two of you got up and hopped in the shower together. Giyu let you pick the water temperature and stand on the side closest to the showerhead.
You let out a comfortable sigh as the warm water cascaded over your shoulders. Steam filled the small bathroom as Giyu stepped in behind you, placing a hand on your hip and pressing close so he could get his hair wet.
After a moment, he reached past you to grab a bottle of shampoo, pouring a small amount into his palm and lathering it before gently working it into your hair. His fingers massaged your scalp in slow circles, earning an involuntary groan from you as you tilted your head back, leaning into his touch.
“You’re being very attentive,” you remarked.
“Just taking care of you as you deserve,” he replied, guiding you under the water to rinse your hair, being very careful to keep the soap and water out of your eyes.
“Your turn,” you said, reaching for the soap.
You lathered it and started by rubbing it into his chest, eventually having him turn so you could wash his shoulders and back. As he turned around, your eyes caught the faint red lines your nails had left on his pale skin earlier. You giggled softly at the sight.
“What is it?” Giyu asked, glancing over his shoulder at you.
“Your back is all scratched up,” you replied, gently tracing over one of the marks that seemed a little deeper.
Giyu huffed a quiet laugh. “You did that.”
“You didn’t seem to mind,” you teased.
The two of you eventually finished washing, the process having been slowed down by tender touches and stolen kisses. Giyu shut the water off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around your shoulders as he pulled you into a warm hug.
“Can’t have you getting cold,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“I guess it’s a good thing I have you to keep me warm then, huh?” You smirked, fingers brushing over his chest.
He let out a quiet breath, pulling you closer.
“Careful,” he murmured. “Keep touching me like that and we’ll need another shower.”
“You say that like it’s supposed to stop me,” you teased, smiling up at him.
He chuckled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair away from your face.
“Troublemaker,” he smirked. “Come on. Let’s get to bed before I start something we don’t have the energy to finish.”
You smiled as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips and slid an arm around your waist, leading you out of the bathroom.
The bedroom felt cooler compared to the warmth of the steamy bathroom. Goosebumps formed as the chilly air hit your skin, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. Giyu noticed, hurrying to help you get under the covers.
“After you,” he said as he lifted the blankets so you could slip beneath them.
The sheets felt soft and refreshing as you sank into the mattress and pillows. The middle of the bed dipped as Giyu settled in next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. You could feel his chest slowly rise and fall against your back, a comforting reminder of his presence and that first night you shared on that mission.
“I missed this,” he breathed, his fingers absentmindedly brushing over your skin.
“Missed what?” You asked, moving your hand over his.
“Holding you. Sleeping next to you.”
“It’s only been a few days,” you giggled. “And we only slept like this one time.”
“But it was enough for me to want to sleep like this more often,” he mumbled sleepily, pulling you a little closer against his chest. “Being with you… it makes me feel… wanted, and calm.”
You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I like it too… being with you like this. It makes me feel… safe,” you cooed. “And I like sleeping curled up together. It’s… cozy.”
Giyu tightened his hold slightly, a quiet hum of contentment escaping him. “Good… because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”
Soft morning light filtered through the curtains as your eyes slowly opened. You stretched slightly beneath the blankets, the shift causing them to slide down, exposing your bare back to the cool air.
It was then that you noticed the warmth of Giyu’s body was gone, finding only rumpled sheets in the spot where he had been. You propped yourself up, pulling the sheets over your chest as you realized you were still naked, and you had no idea where your dress ended up last night in the frenzy of peeling off each other’s wet clothes.
Once you fully sat up and your vision became clear, you noticed a stack of clothes at the end of the bed. The sight jogged a faint memory. You vaguely remember Giyu gently nudging you, his hand brushing over your shoulder as he slipped out of bed, his voice soft and low when he spoke.
“Go back to sleep,” he’d whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I left some clothes at the end of the bed for you. I’m going to make breakfast.”
At the time you had barely managed a sleepy hum before drifting right back to sleep.
He had set out a full outfit, complete with a tshirt, boxers, socks, sweatpants, and a hoodie. You giggled to yourself as you pulled them on and noticed how his clothes practically swallowed you up.
The smell of food pulled your attention from checking out how Giyu’s clothes looked on you. You padded out to the kitchen, footsteps muffled by the socks.
Giyu was standing at the stove, cooking breakfast. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt that showed every muscle and sweatpants that sat low on his hips.
“Good morning,” you said cheerfully.
He startled slightly, having not heard you approaching.
“Good morning. How did you sleep?” he asked, turning around and stilling for a beat when his eyes landed on you. His gaze lingered a moment longer than usual, taking in the way his clothes hung loosely on your frame, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“Great,” you replied with a smirk. “What’s that look for?”
“You’re wearing my clothes,” he stated.
“You left them out. Was I not supposed to wear them?” You giggled, looking down at the oversized hoodie.
“Of course I meant for you to wear them… I just didn’t expect to like it this much,” he replied, stealing another glance before turning back to the stove, realizing he was getting dangerously close to burning breakfast.
You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your hands brushing across his toned chest, the hard planes of muscle easily felt through his thin t-shirt.
“I hope you weren’t planning on getting this hoodie back,” you giggled, holding him close. “It’s very cozy.”
“I don’t think I’d mind that,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to hold yours against his chest. “I like seeing you in it.”
“Maybe I should wear your clothes more often then,” you teased, pressing your cheek to his back as your fingers traced over his torso.
Giyu let out a long sigh and lowered the heat on the stove.
“You’re very distracting,” he admitted.
“Am I?”
“Yes. If you keep touching me like that… I may end up burning breakfast,” he said, his voice low.
You slipped your hands under his shirt, brushing over bare skin and slowly undoing his self-control. “Maybe breakfast can wait,” you whispered, your fingers teasing the waistband of his pants.
“Maybe it should,” he murmured, turning off the stove before turning to face you. He huffed a laugh under his breath as one hand came up to cradle your face and the other settled at your waist. “Troublemaker.”
He leaned down and kissed you. It started off slow and tender, but it didn’t stay that way for long.
Your back bumped against the edge of the counter as Giyu stepped closer, deepening the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as his hand slid from your waist to the hem of the hoodie, easing beneath the fabric until his fingers rested lightly at the waistband of your sweatpants, brushing softly against your skin.
Your hands found their way under Giyu’s shirt, sliding up his abs and to his chest, making him let out a shaky breath. His lips remained locked with yours as his touches became more heated, his hand moving under your shirt to cup your breast. You broke the kiss for just a moment to pull his shirt over his head, his lips crashing into yours again as soon as the fabric was out of the way.
You leaned into him, your hand venturing lower to palm him through his sweatpants, feeling that he was already hard. He let out a soft groan at the contact, the sound muffled by your mouth on his.
By now, both of you were breathing heavily, hearts racing, the tension between you stretched tight after getting each other so worked up.
Giyu rested his forehead against yours, letting out a deep breath as he tried — and failed — to regain some composure.
“You started this,” he murmured.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Absolutely not,” he breathed, his voice low and rough as he caught your lips in another hungry kiss. One of his hands grabbed your ass, pulling your body flush against his, the heat of him pressing into you through the thin layers of fabric.
Giyu trailed kisses down your jaw and neck as his hips started grinding against you, his erection pressing against your clit through the fabric with each movement. Your body arched into him, chasing the friction that was building an insistent ache between your legs.
Your hand slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, wrapping around his cock to stroke him. He let out a shaky breath and his hips instinctively bucked into your hand, his composure fracturing more and more with each touch.
He mirrored you, sliding a finger along your slit, feeling how wet you already were for him. Your breath hitched as he pushed his finger into you, gently curling and pumping, making you lean into him as your knees grew weak.
“I need you. Now,” Giyu growled, his self-control finally snapping. He pulled his hand back and quickly pushed down on the boxers and sweatpants you were wearing, letting them fall to the floor before moving his hands to your ass to lift you. His lips crashed into yours as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, keeping him close as he placed you on the counter. The countertop was cold against your ass and the backs of your bare thighs, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from both of your bodies.
Giyu’s hands barely left your thighs before they moved to his own waistband, shoving his boxers and sweatpants down his legs with great urgency, as if he couldn’t stand the distance between you any longer. As soon as his cock was free, the tip was pressed against your entrance, both of you letting out a satisfied moan as he slowly buried himself to the hilt.
“Giyu…” you breathed, burying your face in his neck and wrapping your legs tighter around his hips, pulling him deeper as he started thrusting, building up a steady rhythm.
“If you keep doing things like that, I won’t last long,” he murmured, one arm wrapped around you, holding you close, while the other slid under the hoodie to knead your breast.
Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging on the dark strands, pulling a soft moan from his throat as your other hand gripped his shoulder, nails pressing lightly into his skin.
The cabinets beneath the counter gave a soft creak with each stroke, your breaths growing uneven as you clung to each other.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped. “I’m close…”
Giyu exhaled sharply against your neck, his hold on you tightening as his movements grew less controlled.
“So am I,” he admitted, voice strained.
He slipped a hand between you to rub your clit, and that little bit of extra stimulation was all it took to push you over the edge.
“Oh Giyu, yes!” you moaned, your grip on his shoulder and hair tightening.
Between your breathless moans of his name, your tugging on his hair, and your pussy squeezing his cock through your orgasm, he felt himself coming undone. He came with a strained groan, his face buried in the crook of your neck as his hips slowed, drawing out the pleasure for both of you as he spilled into you.
Gasping breaths filled the space between you as the two of you came down from your highs. He pulled back, moving his hand to the back of your neck to pull you into a sloppy kiss, his softening cock still buried inside you.
“That was… unexpected,” Giyu panted, his forehead pressed against yours.
“Hopefully in a good way?” you giggled.
“Yes. Very good.” He took a few more deep breaths before huffing a small laugh. “I think you should stay the night here and wear my clothes more often.”
“Careful. You might give me ideas,” you smirked.
Giyu smiled back at you and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“I don’t know about you,” he started, “but I’ve worked up quite an appetite. Think you can stop teasing me long enough to let me finish making breakfast?”
“I’ll try,” you giggled. “But I think we should clean the counter first.”
You both looked down at the mess that had dripped onto the counter between you.
“Good call,” he nodded, helping you get down from the counter and pulling his pants and boxers back up before reaching into a cabinet to get something to clean up, not bothering to put his shirt back on.
“Be right back,” you remarked, picking up the sweatpants and boxers you had been wearing and heading to the bathroom.
As you turned to walk away, you caught a glimpse of Giyu’s back, the red scratches from last night still fairly visible on his skin.
“By the way, you might not want to go to the hot springs with any of the other hashira for the next few days,” you giggled, motioning toward his back. He glanced over his shoulder, remembering the marks you had left on his back, reminders of the passion that made the disastrous, stressful date worth it. He smiled and shook his head as he turned the stove back on.
contrary to popular opinion of how Giyuu as a partner is considered to be a man of few words and lets their partner do most of the talking, I think he's the yapper in the relationship. Like canonically the dude doesn't hesitate to talk when he's with his close ones, he becomes very comfortable with his significant other to talk about the most mundane things like the fluctuating prices of fish or groceries around them or some random anecdotes about Tsutako and his future brother-in-law when they were dating.
He's also very clingy and affectionate. Yes he will hold hands in public. Yes he demands kisses with his puppy dog eyes reserved for them. He grips onto his partner like a vise when he's tired or that they did not spend like 2 minutes with him /lh. Will mope around like a sad cat otherwise and the only form of apology he will accept is a minimum of 50 kisses and cuddles and a salmon daikon private meal.
Off topic but I wanted to find an excuse to ramble about this frame a little - the fact that he's saying "No contest this time" with that soft smile and voice and tone drives me so insane like this is the closest we'll get to how Giyuu would be in a relationship probably. Like in a modern au he's deciding the future date ideas and everything. Being so enthusiastic about it. WHAT WAS UFO COOKING WITH THIS THEY WERE EXTRA HORNY ABOUT THIS MAN IN THE STUDIO I SWEAR (I don't blame them but yeah).
Anyway tldr; Giyuu is a professional yapper when he's with his partner, he's affectionate as hell, proactive and bold despite not verbalizing a lot of his words.
ever since someone pointed out Food is the only enjoyable thing Giyuu hasn’t lost to his depression I been…
Please don’t take food from him please he been going eight years into depression let us remember he at least enjoys eating 😭
He is also a messy eater, maybe because he does like food enough he forget himself?? Kanea really knows her people when she was offering him snacks big brain
“Don’t cry. Don’t despair. Now is not the time for that. I know you’re devastated. Your family was massacred and your sister’s become a demon. I know it’s painful. I know you want to scream. I get it. If only I’d gotten here a half- day sooner your family might not have ended up dead. But there’s no way to turn back time. Feel the rage, the powerful pure rage of not being able to forgive will become your unswerving drive to take action. With such fragile resolve of yours you can’t protect your sister or heal her ….or get revenge for your family.”
Giyuu’s internal monologue in the anime was really powerful and I rewatched the first episode a few times because this speech really stayed with me. Giyuu to Tanjirou at this moment is a cold - hearted ( if not jaded ) individual who was ready to kill his sister right in front of him. When he begged for Nezuko’s life, we see something inside Giyuu snap, perhaps the guilt of not being able to arrive in time to save Tanjirou’s family, Sabito’s sacrifice and his inability to save him or all of these above made him literally roar at Tanjirou to take action. Maybe he saw his helplessness in Tanjirou and then he delivered us this internal dialogue, It was dripping with understanding contrary to the speech (which was the truth in the situation he wanted Tanjirou to realize ) he is verbally saying to Tanjirou. I’m just saying it was beautiful, damn it because man he could’ve just decapitated Nezuko and be done with it , but he didn’t.
Summary: An overnight stay at an inn on your way back from a mission presents unexpected circumstances.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, minors DNI
Notes: This fic takes place in a modern AU. Also, I know this gets a little sappy at the end, but it was too cute and I couldn’t help myself. Enjoy!
Word Count: 3.4k
“Sorry, but it looks like I’ve only got one room with one bed left for the night. The rest are full.”
You and Giyu let out a shared sigh at the innkeeper’s words. After several days spent hunting down and killing one of Muzan’s Lower Rank demons, the two of you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a comfortable bed to sleep in before heading back to Ubuyashiki’s estate in the morning.
Soreness and exhaustion tugged at your bodies so hard you were both on the verge of collapsing. You and Giyu paused, each weighing your options and realizing that trying to find another inn this late and in your current state was out of the question.
“Bed’s big enough for two,” the innkeeper added.
“We’ll take it,” you replied, earning a surprised look from Giyu, even though he had come to the same conclusion that there was truly no other option. As the innkeeper handed over the keys and led the two of you to your room, you could’ve sworn you saw a subtle flush painting Giyu’s cheeks, but you assumed it was just due to being exhausted.
The reality of the situation sank in as the door closed behind you, leaving you and Giyu alone in a room together with little more in it than a bed and a bathroom.
“You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor,” Giyu stated as he placed his pack on the floor and removed his haori, draping it over the back of a chair.
“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor,” you replied. “I’m sure your back is killing you after that demon threw you through that tree. You can have the bed.”
“You’re sore and exhausted too, so I’m not letting you sleep on the floor either,” he countered.
You glanced at the bed, then back at Giyu, surprising yourself with what you were about to suggest.
“I mean, the bed seems pretty big. We could probably both sleep in it and stay on our own sides,” you suggested hesitantly, your heart feeling like it might beat out of your chest.
Giyu’s cheeks flushed again as he considered the option.
“That’s fine with me if it’s fine with you,” he replied. “And you can shower first.”
“Now that’s an offer I’ll take you up on,” you joked, trying to ease the tension a little.
You quickly rifled through your bag, pulling out your toiletry bag and an oversized t-shirt. Just as you shut the bathroom door behind you, it dawned on you that you hadn’t packed any shorts or pajama pants to wear to bed, as you normally just slept in a t-shirt and panties.
This is going to be so awkward. Now not only do we have to share a bed, but I also won’t have any pants on, you thought to yourself.
You had been interested in Giyu for quite a while now, attracted to his gentle kindness that showed through his calm, stoic demeanor, and of course his piercing, deep blue eyes. The only problem was you couldn’t tell if he shared similar feelings for you.
Surely any chance I may have had with him will be gone after this incredibly uncomfortable situation.
Little did you know, Giyu was on the other side of the bathroom door having a similar bout of mental spiraling, realizing he had only packed a pair of boxers to sleep in, also not anticipating sharing a room.
After your shower, you realized you had forgotten to grab your panties. You cracked the bathroom door open, mentally preparing yourself to walk out in front of your crush wearing only a towel.
“Sorry, forgot something,” you murmured, quickly crossing the room to your bag.
“You’re fine,” Giyu replied flatly, clearly making an effort not to look in your direction as you passed in front of him sitting on the floor. What you didn’t see though, was the little glance in your direction as you bent down to rifle through your bag.
With your panties tucked tightly into your hand, you returned to the bathroom to finish getting dressed and ready for bed.
“Shower’s all yours,” you remarked as you exited the bathroom, tugging the hem of your shirt down to cover as much of yourself as possible until you could get under the covers.
“Thanks,” Giyu murmured, already making his way toward the bathroom with what you noticed to be very little in his hands.
Giyu’s shower was fairly quick, seeming like there wasn’t much time between when you heard the water turn on and when it shut off. Not long after the water shut off, you heard the bathroom door slide open, followed by footsteps into the room. An upward glance granted you a lovely view of Giyu wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs, muscular torso and arms on full display, wet hair falling loose around his shoulders.
He looks even more handsome with his hair down. And from what I can see he seems… well-endowed.
You quickly dropped your gaze, trying to keep from staring and making this whole situation more awkward than it already was. Despite admonishing yourself for thinking like that, you couldn’t help but subtly check him out with him wearing next to nothing. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him place items back in his bag before making his way toward the other side of the bed, trying his best to cover the bulge in his underwear until he could slide under the covers.
“Sorry, I didn’t pack much to wear to bed. I wasn’t expecting to be sharing a room,” he explained uncomfortably, his cheeks burning a deep red color.
“It’s okay. Same here,” you replied, trying to look anywhere but at him. “At least we were able to take warm showers and get to sleep in an actual bed tonight.”
“True,” Giyu muttered, also avoiding looking at you. There was an extended pause of awkward silence.
“Do you want me to close the curtains?” You asked, shifting the focus from the two of you and the bed you were sharing to another object in the room.
“I’m alright with them open,” he replied. “It’s nice letting the moonlight in.”
“Yeah, I guess it would be helpful to be able to see if we have to get up in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t want to trip over each other, right?” You chuckled.
“Right,” he agreed, followed by more uncomfortable silence.
“Well goodnight,” you remarked, pulling the blankets up and rolling over to go to sleep.
“Night.”
At some point in the middle of the night, you woke up to something warm pressed against your back and an unfamiliar weight draped over your waist. Once you were a little more conscious, you remembered that you’re staying at an inn on your way back from a mission with Giyu, and that you had to share a room. A quick glance around confirmed that it was, in fact, Giyu who was currently spooning you. He looked as handsome as ever bathed in moonlight, his sharp features prominent but softened by sleep, hair a little mussed. His body felt warm and comforting, his chest pressed to your back, arm draped over your waist, legs tangled with yours.
You shifted slightly, subconsciously leaning into the warmth behind you as you started to drift back to sleep. Just as you were about to doze back off, you felt movement behind you, followed by the feeling of something firm against your ass. There was another shift, and you realized that it was Giyu’s hardened dick. Your heart rate quickened and your ears burned red at the realization, abruptly pulling you out of your slumber, now fully awake and aware of the current situation.
Did I cause that by moving? Probably not, that just happens sometimes at night for guys right? I should just shift away and give him space. We must’ve accidentally tangled together while we were asleep.
Just as you were preparing to carefully slide out from under Giyu’s arm and move away, his hips started to grind against you ever so slightly, and a soft groan escaped his lips. It seemed like a pleasurable sound, a kind that you had never heard from him before. Soon after, he let out another groan followed by a breathy murmur of your name. It was so quiet that you barely registered it, but when you did, your eyes widened and your heart pounded out of your chest.
Is he… having a dream about me? Like ‘that’ kind of dream?
While you were lost in thought and surprise, it seems you may have shifted again, as Giyu was starting to stir. As he woke up, his expression changed from tired and confused to mortified in an instant. He immediately shifted away from you so quickly he nearly fell off the bed while frantically apologizing, unable to form a full sentence.
“Oh my- I am so so sorry- I can’t- I don’t know what happened, but-”
“No, I’m sorry,” you interrupted. “I must have shifted in my sleep and moved closer to you. Maybe I was cold or something.”
“Maybe,” Giyu replied, his face redder than you’ve ever seen it. “But I’m sorry for… well… you know…” he trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud.
“You don’t need to apologize for something you can’t control. We just moved too close in our sleep,” you stated.
“Yeah,” he murmured. Both of you sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment before you spoke up again.
“Can I ask you something though?” you started, heart pounding. He looked at you with his eyebrows raised, inviting you to ask your question. His cheeks were still flushed, and he wouldn’t quite make eye contact with you.
“Right before you woke up, you made a couple small noises and said something,” you continued. His eyes widened and you could tell he was internally panicking.
“It- it kinda sounded like my name,” you mumbled. “Were you… having a dream about me?”
Giyu’s ears burned bright red as he placed his hands over his face and let out a deep breath, obviously wishing he could just disappear right at this very moment. A few moments of silence passed before he gave a small nod, hands still covering his face.
You found his embarrassment sweet and endearing, his reaction confirming in your mind that his feelings toward you reflected your own toward him. You had been interested in him for quite a while, always wondering if there was a chance that he was interested in you as well, and now that you knew, you felt emboldened.
“It sounded like it was a little more than just a regular dream, huh?” You teased, moving a little closer to him as you nudged him with your elbow. His silence and inability to even look in your direction was confirmation in itself. You reached for his hand and grasped it gently, trying to ease some of the tension and let him know you weren’t bothered by the fact that he’s thought about you in a sexual way.
With a comforting brush of your thumb over the back of his hand, he finally turned toward you. Once he saw the way you looked at him, with interest instead of disgust as he had feared, he let out a sigh, and with it you saw some of the tension leave his shoulders.
After a moment of intense eye contact, you leaned forward slightly, gently pressing your lips to his. It lasted only a couple seconds, but it took your breath away and made your heart race more than any steamy make out session you’d ever had. And that was just from a peck. You could tell it had a similar effect on Giyu, as you noticed him breathing a little heavier.
“You know, we could make that dream a reality,” you smirked.
Giyu brought a hand to your face and leaned back in to kiss you again, his lips meeting yours with more certainty this time. You wrapped your arms around him, hands brushing over his skin, feeling his muscles tense under your fingers as his other hand found your waist.
His lips were soft and gentle against yours, even as he built up confidence and his kisses became more hungry. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from your parted lips that he understood as permission to deepen the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as he held you tighter, both of your hearts pounding, breath coming out in pants as your bodies instinctively moved closer to each other.
When it seemed like he couldn’t pull you in any closer, you swung a leg over him, moving to straddle his lap while your lips remained locked. He gasped into your mouth, surprised by the contact, as he could feel your pussy grinding against his hardened cock through the thin, soaking wet fabric of your panties and his boxers.
His hands tentatively slid to your hips, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt. Pulling him closer, hips rolling in his lap, you showed him that you craved his touch. Gentle hands slid under the fabric, delicately gliding over your skin as he caressed your back. You broke the kiss for only a moment to lean back and allow him to peel off your shirt. Giyu paused, admiring your breasts as his hands came up to cup them. His gaze shifted back up to meet yours, and you could tell he was still trying to comprehend that this was actually happening.
“You’re so beautiful,” Giyu murmured, one arm wrapping around you to pull you closer for another deep kiss. “Especially in the moonlight.”
“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” you smiled as he trailed kisses down your jaw, neck, and chest.
Your breath hitched as his mouth closed around one of your nipples, gently sucking and running his tongue over it as he kneaded your other breast. While his attention was focused there, you continued grinding against his lap, aching and desperate for more contact, for release.
“I want you inside of me,” you whispered in his ear, nipping his earlobe as you moved to kiss his neck.
Giyu pulled back to look at you for a moment, trying to make sure he heard you right. The way you looked back at him, with eyes half lidded and pupils blown, he knew he had. He felt both incredibly turned on and shocked at hearing you say something so seductive.
Something shifted in him. Up until now, every move he had made was hesitant. Tentative. Like he was asking for permission, checking to make sure you wanted all of this as much as he did before doing anything. But now, hearing how you wanted him, he felt certain about his next move.
With strength honed from years of training, he lifted you and swiftly rolled both of you over so that he was now above you, leaning on his forearm beside your head, your legs wrapped around him. His lips caught yours in another deep kiss while his other hand gently cupped your face, holding you reverently.
You reached for Giyu’s boxers, impatiently tugging on them so he would take them off. He sat up, trying to appear as if he wasn’t hesitant to remove his boxers, as if he wasn’t worried about what you might think once you saw him fully bare. As soon as they were off, your hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him, causing him to let out little groans and panting breaths.
His fingers found the waistband of your panties and tugged them off. He paused, leaning back, breath catching as he took in how beautiful you looked completely bare and laid out before him. Normally, you probably would have felt self-conscious about your body being exposed, but with the way he looked at you, like you were the most gorgeous sight he had ever laid eyes on, those worries disappeared. Your legs slipped back around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him.
“Please, Giyu,” you breathed, your grip tightening around the firm muscles of his arms and shoulders.
With your final breathy plea, he lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, both of your mouths hanging open as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Giyu groaned as he slowly pulled his hips back, his deep blue eyes locked on yours, his hands holding you as if he still thought this might be a dream.
Your hand slid around to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him down to you for a sloppy kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his hips found a steady rhythm, rolling into you deeply, his cock hitting spots that made you see stars.
Your lips pulled away from each other, both of you moaning and panting too much to be locked in a kiss, but he leaned his forehead against yours, remaining intimately, affectionately connected.
“Does this feel good, baby?” Giyu cooed.
“Y- yes!” You gasped. “Amazing.”
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, moaning against your skin as your fingers dug into his back.
As he got closer to his release, he pulled back, slipping a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, wanting to make sure you’d finish first.
“Don’t stop,” you whined.
It felt like there was a coil inside you, tightening as he continued thrusting into you and rubbing your clit, staying consistent. When it finally snapped, your orgasm hit hard, making your whole body tingle, heart beating out of your chest, moans spilling from your lips.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes…” you gasped, pussy clenching around Giyu’s cock as he kept thrusting, thumb still on your clit, dragging out your pleasure.
He focused on trying not to cum just yet, wanting to let you fully ride out your orgasm before he did. But your pussy squeezing around his cock felt too good, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“M’ gonna-” was all he managed to get out before he started cumming.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his moans, his breath hot on your skin, hips slowing down as he painted your insides white. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of you, not pulling out just yet.
Both of you took a moment to catch your breath before Giyu pushed himself up, dipping his head to catch your lips in another deep kiss. After your lips pulled away from each other, he moved to lay next to you, arm outstretched as an invitation to cuddle if you wanted to. Without a second thought, you tucked yourself under his arm, stretching a leg over him and propping yourself up on an elbow. His arm wrapped around you, his hand gently rubbing your back while your fingers traced patterns over his chest.
“So that happened,” you started playfully, looking down at him and smiling.
“It sure did,” he breathed, his arm pulling you a little closer with a reassuring squeeze. More blissful silence passed before you broke it again.
“So was it as good as in your dream?” You giggled, unable to help yourself from teasing him about it.
He sighed, dragging his other hand down his face as his cheeks flushed again.
“We were having such a nice moment and you just had to bring that up,” he said with playful exasperation in his voice. “Besides, you only know that you were in the dream, not necessarily what was happening in it.”
“Oh trust me, I think I know,” you replied suggestively.
“Oh yeah?” He challenged.
“When I first woke up to us curled up together, before you said my name, you were kind of, uh… grinding your hips into me in your sleep,” you mumbled.
Giyu closed his eyes and his face got even redder.
“I can’t believe I did that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“But,” you started before he could get too caught up in his embarrassment. “If that hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have felt so confident that you liked me, and I wouldn’t have been as bold, and we’d probably still be hiding feelings for each other.”
You brought a hand up to his face, thumb brushing over his cheek as you looked down at him, his deep blue eyes staring back at you.
“Well I guess I can’t be too upset about that then,” he replied. “I do really like you. Have for a long time.”
“I like you too,” you smiled.
“When we get back from this mission, I’d like to take you out on a proper date. Hopefully the first of many.”
“I’d love that,” you cooed, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “We should get some more sleep.”
You curled up next to him with your head on his chest, tucked under his chin, and your arm and leg resting over top of him.
His arm was still around you, fingers absentmindedly tracing gentle patterns over your skin as he thought about how lucky he felt to be with you like this, having felt he was undeserving of love, or whatever this was or would become.
“Giyu?” You whispered.
“Yes?”
“I like sleeping in your arms.”
“You can sleep there as much as you want,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
I really liked the Akaza fight. I particularly liked the Akaza fight from Giyuu's perspective.
You are Giyuu. Upper Demon Three shows up. This is the guy who killed your dear friend (or guy you worked with. relationship is unclear). Every blow he deals is a blow to kill. You dodge and dodge and strike back. The demon wants to know your name. You say, "I don't like talking." Akaza says, "Great, because I don't shut up."
You save Tanjiro's skin a few times. Akaza decides to blast you 100 kilometers away so he can have a plot-relevant conversation with Tanjiro without you ruining it. You're too late-20's for this. You run 100 kilometers back to the scene of the battle. Your back hurts.
You start duking it out with Akaza now. REALLY full-throttle. Your mark appears which is gonna cut your lifespan or whatever. If Akaza doesn't cut your lifespan first. But he's matching your new power and speed! This is bad! Where's Tanjiro? He's--Tanjiro is just standing there. Like he's JUST standing there. He looks like he's thinking about something--and thinking is NOT this boy's strong-suit--but FUCK Kamado get IN HERE. HELP. DUDE. You can't keep carrying this team on your back, your back hurts.
Tanjiro's gone full NPC. Whatever. Guess he can betray you in death. Not worth your concern, because your full concern is on the demon who is beating you to hell. Like you are holding your own but this guy regenerates all his limbs!! That's not fair!! You're too many broken ribs in and too many quarts of blood-loss deep to waste time on the fairness of it all. Not when you're about to waste the rest of your time on the dyingness of it all.
Cuz yeah, you're done for. Spent. Akaza snapped your sword. You are deader than dead. You're pre-dead. You're alive enough to know just how dead you are. Akaza comes in for the final blow and--rather than wondering if you have any regrets--you wonder if you have anything in life you don't regret.
But wait, Tanjiro's up. He's not only not dead, he's different... somehow. And Akaza can't seem to sense him. You have a chance, maybe. If you can stall, maybe. If Tanjiro can get this sneak attack in, maybe.
Tanjiro yells "Akaza hey I'm gonna cut your head off now!!!!!" And you go back to counting your regrets.
Akaza spins around on Tanjiro. Tanjiro waltzes up to death's door and cuts Akaza's head off.
Wait what.
What.
Like he did a little spin flip and just. Clean off. One strike. Where did that come from. How. What the fuck.
Okay. Okay okay. Great. Awesome. I mean you loosened it, but whatever. Great. You did it. You won.
How the fuck did Tanjiro do that.
You consider asking Tanjiro but he like rolled over, threw up, and passed out. Fair.
But wait. Why the FUCK is Akaza's body still moving. Jesus fucking christ that's gotta be against the rules. Tanjiro's out cold. It's all you can do to distract the body from Tanjiro by getting your ass firmly kicked. You go back to counting your regrets.
You only manage to stall long enough for Tanjiro to wake up, but there's little else you can do. You and Tanjiro get to die conscious, against this body that cannot be killed--or at least not at the hands of two half-dead and bled-out swordsmen. Is this better? That both you and Tanjiro get to die conscious.
Akaza's headless body is regenerating its head. Akaza's headless body is preparing the same attack that killed your friend-coworker-situationship guy. You've read this book. You know how this ends. You die here, now, finally. Good, maybe. The back and forth was getting a little whiplashy. You can get back to finishing counting your regrets.
But Tanjiro has recognized the devastating attack too, and he's shouting a warning to you. You tell him to leave you behind. He doesn't. With the last of his strength, he runs and tackles you in a effort to save you from the blast radius. But it's futile. You're both within range. 10 kilometers is probably in range. You know what power lives inside that attack.
You brace. Akaza's body unleashes his final attack.
...Which Akaza uses to repeatedly punch himself in the head and the torso and the arms and legs and all over he punches himself punches himself punches himself stop hitting yourself stop hitting yourself stop hitting yourself.
Akaza's head is gone again. His body is full of holes. He's just standing there.
The body is still regenerating. Akaza doesn't have a face but you somehow understand he's upset about this. Maybe embarrassed. You consider looking away, to be polite.
The body walks away. Stands there for a second. Kneels on the floor. Seems to be thinking about a lot of stuff. You don't want to be rude and interrupt. The body finally makes up its not-mind about something and just.... dies.
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