Domestic Hashira: Part 5 (Himejima x Reader)
Title: Domestic Hashira Chapter 5 (Himejima x Reader)
Word Count: 1497 words
Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage.
Part 4
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The warmth of the water covered your body from the night's breeze. The night was still young, and you and your husband decided to try out the private onsen that was a part of the featured amenities of the inn where you were both staying. As a hashira, Himejema's status often brought unexpected kindness, such as the generous offer of an extended stay at the inn.
Himejima guided you to him with his pointy finger, interlacing with your hands gently. He intended to pull you closer to him so he could connect with you more. "Come closer, my love," he whispered. You followed his finger as he led you to him. As you got closer to him, you could feel the air begin to feel warmer from the onsen and the stone hashira's body heat. The onsen was bright, and you are thankful for your vision, as you can perfectly picture Himejima's huge and muscular form. Making you drawn to him even more.
There was a boulder under the water of the bath where Himejima sat; he then led you to sit in between his lap and pulled you into a warm embrace. It was a truly romantic experience, feeling the warm water of the onsen with your husband, the night's tranquility enhancing the moment's intimacy.
"Is the onsen warm enough for you, (Y/N)?" Himejima's deep voice rumbled, his large hand gently squeezing your arm. "It had a good warmth when I first dipped in," you murmured, leaning into his touch, "but it got much warmer now that I'm closer to you."
A soft hum of contentment vibrated through his chest. "It's such a nice way to relax in the onsen, finally," he sighed, the tension in his broad shoulders seeming to ease.
"Truly is," you agreed, shifting playfully in his lap. "My body's certainly feeling less sore now."
The words barely left your lips when Himejima startled, his massive frame tensing." Sore? Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?" He moved with immediate haste, his hands gently but urgently feeling along your back and arms, his face etched with genuine concern as he sought to ensure you were in the best state after your act of love.
"I'm fine, silly!" you chuckled at his reaction to your words. "I'm just sore from walking after a long day of exploring the village." Stone Hashira was relieved after hearing your words. However, it still made him feel uneasy about your condition after you made love. You noticed how Himejima became even more careful with you after that—wanting to give him a sense of clarity and ease his worry.
You leaned into his strong, comforting presence, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Honestly," you continued, your voice a gentle murmur, "I am happy to be able to share that moment with you, being so intimate, it just… it made me feel even closer to you." You felt a warmth spread through you, a quiet joy settling deep in your chest. "And seeing how much my husband cares for me," you added, your fingers tracing the firm line of his arm.
The thought brought a genuine, contented sigh to your lips. You leaned forward towards The Stone Hashira, putting your arms around his neck, and pulled him closer as you felt the tension with his rise. You locked your lips with Gyomei and felt the wetness of his lips pressing into yours.
This closeness and honesty was a happiness you hadn't fully anticipated. It wasn't just the passion you shared but the quiet intimacy that followed, the unspoken understanding that bloomed in its wake. Knowing Gyomei was worried, even if it was a little much, just affirmed the depth of his feelings for you. You were happy not just in the moment but with the profound sense of security and acceptance that permeated your relationship. You cherished every moment, feeling reassured by your relationship's deep understanding of security.
The moonlight's glow captivated your eyes, allowing you to remember a particular scenario of your life. It is similar to what you saw the night before you were off to marry, sparking thoughts that started a conversation.
"Gyomei, what made you decide to accept the marriage arrangement?"
This question sparked a thought in Himejima's head, and he replied, "When the arrangement was made, I accepted it with an open heart as I brought all my duties."
He paused, then lowered his gaze to meet yours, his sightless eyes conveying a tenderness that needed no sight to be felt, a tenderness that spoke volumes about his feelings for you. His words struck you. You felt a little blue thinking about how your marriage was not formed through love but an arrangement because of the death of your parents. "But then, my dear," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear, "There was you. What began as an acceptance of duty transformed into something far more profound. Your presence in my life didn't just bring me clarity; it forged a purpose: to love and to protect you."
You were utterly captivated by his words, heartened as you were open to his thoughts. A warmth spread through you, painting your cheeks a rosy red as you shyly pressed your head deeper into his hard, comforting chest, trying to meld your body closer to his. The intimacy of the moment enveloped you, making you feel safe, cherished, and utterly secure in his embrace.
"Is there something wrong, my dear?" he asks, taking note of the change in your body language. He wants to ensure you're doing well.
"Nothing," you shake your head, that pressed closer onto his chest. "I just feel happy that I was married to you. A part of me feels uplifted. I lost my parents before I met you, and I thought I would never have anyone else in my life. I am grateful to have you as my husband."
Your head looks up to the Stone Hashira's face. Looking up at him, you can clearly see the curved smile formed on his face while tears begin to run down his cheeks, illuminated by the bright moonlight. "This mutual love I share with you makes me believe I was connected with you for a reason. I'm honored to have you as my wife in this lifetime (Y/N)."
Your heart swells, a profound sense of warmth filling you. Hearing Gyomei's heartfelt words, you realize you've never been this grateful for having him as your husband. "You know what, Gyomei," you say, a playful glint in your eye, "you might be big and scary, carrying the title of Stone Hashira, even the strongest Hashira, but to me, you're more like the mochi I ate when we went around the village." Your voice carries a playful tone, adding to the lightheartedness of the moment.
"A mochi?" he questions, a hint of amusement in his tone, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion.
You nod, a soft smile on your face. "Yes, because you're always soft and gentle to me." You gently trace the line of his jaw, your affectionate gesture adding to the intimacy of the moment shared between the both of you.
A soft chuckle rumbled through his chest, a sound you had come to cherish above all others. "Is that my new given title now? The Mochi Hashira?" he asked, and you nodded, a playful smile on your lips. The thought clearly delighted him as his deep laugh filled the quiet night air. After such intimacy, there was no better way to spend the evening than basking in the warmth of shared feelings.
Finally, you both withdrew from the onsen, drying off slowly, reluctant to release the tranquil warmth. Without a word, Gyomei gently scooped you up bridal style, a sudden action that startled you. Himejima Gyomei wasn't considered for the title of the Strongest Hashira for no reason; he could effortlessly carry tenfold your weight. Yet, despite his immense strength, a familiar shyness made you reserved. You were still getting used to these intimate moments with him, especially recalling the last time when he'd saved you from a demon's attack during such a vulnerable moment.
"Don't you dare let me fall!" you teased, clinging tighter. A low chuckle rumbled in Gyomei's chest. "As if I ever would, my love."
Back in your room, he gently laid you down. You instinctively sought the comfort of the bed you shared with your husband, settling beside Himejima.The simple act of lying beside him brought a wave of pleasure, a deep sense of belonging you hadn't known was imaginable.
As twilight gracefully deepened, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, a silent promise, then tightened you securely into his chest. You snuggled deeper into his powerful embrace, and sleep claimed you, delicate and utterly safe, knowing you were completely his and he, entirely yours. The comfort and assurance in his arms were a priceless gift you held close to your heart.
Part 6.
