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Two Sabito and Giyuu drawings I did a while ago <3

I love this art trend so I drew it with Giyuu \(≧▽≦)/ <3

I know this is very late and that the trend is probably over, but I posted this on tiktok while it was still trending. I will be reposting my art from tikok here since tiktok may be banned in the U.S.

MDNI

One thing about Giyuu Tomioka is that he gets really lonely on missions. (Usually with a raging boner) So he has result to calling you at the hotel. With his cock in his hand of course.

He called you around 3am with a rock hard cock and pre-cum all over his hands. With his pants down to his knees. His body propped up by pillows in the dim light making him comfortable.

When you finally pick up he huffs into the phone. "H-Hey baby!" He says way too overly excited which got you slightly got you feeling suspicious and concerned.

"Hey... babe? Uhm, what are you doing? Are you drunk?" You mutter tiredly into the mic but most of all questioning why the actual fuck he was being so.... well jolly?

"Baby i-it hurts." He moaned into the mic. You shrieked. Demons = death and pain. "Fuck- Giyuu do you need me to call and ambulance or something?!"

"Will your hand suffice?"

Then it hit you.

"Just- fuck- keep talking..." He moans into the mic picking up speed jerking himself off. He starts to whine and pant. "P-Please?"

"You're such a good boy you can do it for me baby." You say into the mic in that seductive tone you know he likes. The way you are talking to him is pretty pathetic, but then again he is being pathetic.

He also came pathetically fast.

He cums all over his hands as soon as you mutter something so nasty like that. He then whimpers into the mic leaving you wondering why he's not embarrassed especially that it's well... him.:

"Fuck- we should do this more often."

Anyone want to read a fanfic in which Obanai's health problems related to his Chelsea grin are explored? Including difficulties with speech?

With elements of Obamitsu, the Rengoku brothers adopting Obanai, and eventual Obagiyuu?

If so, I'm writing a fic I think you'll like:

Merry Christmas Everyone!!

...Or Holidays if you don't celebrate Christmas...

Anyway!! I have a small Christmas sketch for the holidays! :p

Introducing... GIYUU!! I put a lot of time and effort into this 7 second drawing. I mean, look at his face! It take a few tries to make it look that depressing. I'll try to get something done by the new year to make it extra special. If I don't, expect more of my fabulous sketches ✨️

Hannya Mist | Giyu Tomioka x demon fem!reader

Warnings: aphrodisiac (kind of?), touching, boobs, Giyu's first time seeing boobs (#I'm so proud of him), fight for control, first blow job, mentions of sexual fantasies, and mortal enemies kind of sexy for each other heheheh word count: 2.1k a/n: Giyu... my baby. Virgin just fits you so perfectly, but when you learn you LEARN.

Fireflies float through the air, the footprints left behind by the water hashira marking a path of determination. The evening air is muggy, nearly oppressive as Giyu comes across a strange hut. It’s a small building, barely bigger than a room at the water pillar’s manor. His aqua gaze searches for evidence of a nearby village. It was off to have a hut in such a dangerous part of the woods. Did anyone even live in it? If it were abandoned, he could rest up under its roof for the night.

As if answering his inquiry a light flicks on, illuminating the silhouette of a woman in the window. The mountains swallow the rest of the sunlight, a dim stillness settling in the clearing where Giyu stands stagnant. The water pillar is unaware of the mist swallowing him up. A deep purple fog coats the surrounding area, the tendrils from the mist seemingly beckoning him toward the hut. 

Come closer it almost whispers and against what better judgment he could form through the thick fog – coating his throat and sense of smell – he takes a heavy step forward. His heart is racing despite the calm breeze that rustles the leaves above his head. Dusk painted the sky an array of orange and pink. 

It was like he was on the brink of suffocating. What was with this air anyway? Had it always been this stifling? Giyu sucks in a steady breath, the purple mist filling his lungs. He feels a tingle in his lower abdomen and his brows furrow as it burns hot, making him take pause in his advance toward the hut. 

His limbs feel shaky as he brings a hand to his forehead. His other hand grips the hilt of his sword as if that would stop him from sinking to his knees. The slick magma grows, tying his muscles in a buzzing feeling that nearly makes him want to rip it out. He’s panting, the hand that was on his forehead dropping to his mouth as he bites down on a finger. 

Giyu Tomioka, the stoic and quiet water hashira, was unnervingly horny. He could feel himself grow stiff in his breeches. His throat bobs as he shakily shifts his legs apart to allow more room for his swelling cock. He’d never experienced such an overwhelming sense before, only hearing about it from the other hashira. Sex never interested him, it was a distraction from the ultimate goal of destroying all demons – but as his eyes flutter shut, all Giyu wants to do is find a wet warm cunt to plunge his aching cock into. 

Night has captured the clearing, dusting the ground with moonlight. With the way he felt now, it wouldn’t be safe for him to enter the hut. Not with a woman supposedly alone inside. This damn fog was making him crazy, but the damned door swings open, revealing you.

His hand releases the hilt of his blade.

You are in a blush pink yukata, hands folded in front of you, and a hannya mask covering your face. Your hair flutters around the mask, your head cocking to the right as you peer through the small eye holes at the encumbered water hashira. Beneath your lips pull tight into a smirk. 

Giyu had a string of thoughts enter his head, one specifically that he would surely spend the rest of his life wondering about. What did you look like under that mask? A mask crafted to take on the appearance of a female demon consumed by jealousy. Your mask is made out of wood, the bark left jagged and dangerous. Two pointed horns sprouted from the sides, weaving into your own hair. The brows are drawn together in protruding masses. Sharp teeth decorate the open mouth that’s under a large nose. 

The water pillar takes a tentative step forward, your presence calling him into your den. “Excuse me, miss, I don’t mean to intrude, but I’ve had a long journey.” He pauses, his head spinning with obvious reasons as to why he should not enter your hut. 

You step to the side, though, slowly righting your head. “You need a place to rest. To be safe from demons.” The mask muffles your voice, but Giyu revels in the way its melodic tone enters his ears.

Just for a little bit, he promises himself. The water hashira enters through the threshold of the hut. Inside is a raised wooden platform with a mat pushed into the corner – folded bedding placed on top neatly. Beside the mat is a small table with a candle and tray of steamed rice, vegetables, pork, and a cup of piping hot tea. A cushion rests directly in front of the table, a rug underneath that. In the middle of the dirt area is a cooking pot – storage closets lining the wall and a flickering orange lantern that lights up the whole room on a bench. 

His eyes flick to how you stand by the door – he only assumes you’re still watching him by the way the mask faces his general direction. “Have I interrupted your dinner?” His voice is soft and playful. 

You shake your head gently so as not to disturb the placement of your mask, then step toward him. “Dinner has just begun.” You reply, gesturing to the steaming food with your head. “Please, eat.” 

The ravenette’s mind is fuzzy as he sets his nichirin sword against the far wall. Then, slipping out of his zori, he steps onto the wooden platform. He’s surprised by how comfortable the cushion is under his knees. The food looks delicious, but he stiffens when you come to kneel next to him. Your body was mostly hidden by the yukata, but the hashira imagines how exactly he would lavish you – if he knew how. 

He’s stricken with shame – for having such thoughts with you next to him and for his lack of knowledge about sexual experiences. He was disciplined in how the body functioned, training for years on how to perfect muscle density and stances. He clears his thoughts of the wicked images, picking up the chopsticks that are next to the bowl of rice. “Thank you for the food,” He takes a mouthful of rice, humming in satisfaction at the warm consistency. Giyu peers at you while chewing away on the food. “If you do not mind me asking, why do you wear such a mask?” He was genuinely curious, but then again, he was curious why you had to be clothed as well. 

You tilt your head. “To hide my identity. Safety.” You answer and as Giyu swallows another mouthful of rice he feels that sickening feeling return. This time it feels like it’s coursing through his very bloodstream. He sets the chopsticks down and you lean forward, raising your hand to pull your mask down. “Are you okay my Lord? That is what they call you right?” Vibrant eyes narrow at him and fangs accompany the twisted smile on your face. 

Giyu is panting, clutching his throat as it burns with sensations foreign to him. “D-demon,” He begins, lips curling in disgust. “What did you,” He hacks up spit and winces at the fire in his esophagus. “Do to me?” 

Your lips curl in a smirk, crawling closer to him. Giyu can’t move back as you slither toward him, placing your clawed hand on his thigh. “Mmm, well I’m not the one lusting after a stranger.” You tip your head to the side curiously as you graze the indent of his bulge. The ravenette hisses at the way he shifts into your touch. This earns a delighted laugh from you. “I am a demon, the thing you promise to eradicate from this plane of existence, yet you yearn for my touch. It’s…adorable.” Your fingers press firmly into his erection now, Giyu’s eyes squeezing shut. 

His body feels like it’s being electrified as you trace the imprint of his cock. “You-You did this to me,” he grunts out. The fog must’ve had some sort of aphrodisiac in it. He’s full of rage and disgust, but also lust. 

You giggle, meeting his heated gaze – the blue in his eyes darkening to almost black. “Yeah? Doesn’t look like you want me to stop,” Your fingers reach for the hem of his breeches. “You smell like you’re on the verge of cumming. Are you pure?” Giyu’s heart thumps wildly in his ribcage as you drag your nose up his neck, your tongue darting out to taste the line of his jaw. You return to his line of sight with a wide grin. 

The water hashira’s cheeks warm with the acknowledgment. “Please, help me.” You almost want to take pity on the whimpering man in front of you, but who’s to say once your mist fades away that he won’t drive that pretty katana through your heart? He was… exceptionally fit and had withheld this much torture. 

You start to peel off your yukata, edging the sleeves down your shoulders. “If you don’t satisfy me, I’ll kill you.” Giyu’s skin itches to be warmed by yours as the yukata billows to the floor. He’s never seen a demon become shy, but that could be a result of him gawking at your large breasts. The way they rest on your chest brings his gaze down to your navel, then dips to your thighs that press together. 

After a beat of him staring, you grab his hand and place it on your chest. His brows furrow as the skin molds around his thick fingers. Your own brows knit together as a stained moan escapes your lips. “Barely started and you’re already a mess,” Giyu quips, growing more comfortable with the way your nipple brushes against his palm as he squishes your breast. 

You huff, positioning yourself closer. “It’s just been a while.” The hashira tuts as his fingers find your nipple, rolling it between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger. You throw your head back and groan. “Fuck,” 

He was growing confident and he hadn’t even gotten to the finale yet. You reach out to stroke his thigh, a smirk twitching on your lips. His ministrations halt, moving his arms out of the way so you’ll have more room. Your ears pound as you gaze upon the sheer size of his cock and some of it was hidden underneath the cloth of his breeches. He gets up on his knees, working them off his hips. Hard pelvis lines lead to the star of the show – the untouched cock of the formidable water hashira. It is fucking beautiful. A pale pink head that’s leaking precum and a hungry look in his eyes. 

Though the very thought of having a demon’s mouth around his cock should seem like a very bad idea, Giyu runs his hand through your hair, fisting around it. “You’re gonna wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock. Got that, demon whore?” 

To you, that should sound like a threat. You should kill this hashira and reap the rewards, but you allow him to push your head down to his stiff length. For someone who was supposedly pure, he acted like he’d done this before. 

The moment your hand wraps around him, his eyes roll back in his head. It’s glorious, the feeling of your palm against his length, pumping up and down. He goes wild when you graze the slit of his tip, rubbing the pre along his cock. Without warning you dip your mouth onto his tip, using the flat of your tongue to swipe at the vein running up the underside. He groans, shoving your head further down. 

Hearing you sputter and choke on his cock is damn near hell sent. Spit drips from your mouth and warmth radiates from you trying to breathe. He’s hitting the back of your throat, your fangs dragging along the side of length. Giyu shivers, the feeling painfully pleasurable mixed into a bowl of fucking salvation. 

“M’so close,” There’s a fire located in the pit of his abdomen and maybe this is where demons are born – in this hell of angelic desire flooding to one place. That one place happens to be your mouth as Giyu jerks his hips up into your mouth, cumming hard. Spittle and his creamy mess mix as he pulls your mouth off him. 

Of course, you lick your lips and swallow what you can with a swollen smirk, but that falters when you realize he’s orgasmed. The one thing to break your mist is to feed into the desire. That would mean Giyu is clear of mind and probably going to cut your head from your-

His hand wraps around your throat, shoving you to the ground. He hovers over your naked body, panting crazily. “My tricks seem to have run dry,” You garble out. 

Giyu clicks his tongue, gazing down at your plush skin, regarding the view. “Ah, but I’m not finished yet, demon.” 

HEHHEHEHEHEH WHATS UP MY BBG? I hope you have had a good day/night! I have this idea in my head that I'm ITCHING to get out but you can feel free to ignore❤️

Can you do what would happen and what would Sanemi, Giyu, Tanjiro, and Obani do if reader got turned into a demon during a battle?

LIKE I SAID FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!! YOU DA GOAT BBG❤️

GEHEHE I'M DOING SO GREAT! 🫶🫶I HOPE YOU'RE DOING EVEN BETTER THOUGH 😡🥹 It was raining here all day and I was a worrisome parent and got soaked going to check on my kitties🥰🥰. (also why would I ignore such an angsty request MWAHAHA😈)

Includes: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Tanjiro Kamado, and Obanai Iguro CW: pretty much reader dies in all scenarios, but... yeah no my heart hurt writing these so there's no hope for any of us. Death, angst, sadness.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

The demon’s claws slice through you, tearing your skin apart. You fall to the ground, crumpled and bleeding

“San-Sanemi,” You choke out, the life draining from your beautiful eyes.

A vengeful scream erupts from his throat, burning his very vocal cords as he rushes the creature

Its head falls to the ground with a gruesome thump, Sanemi dropping to his knees next to your corpse. “YN...I’m so-”

Your eyes, they’re open and your pupils pull into slits. His next breath catches in his throat. “Sorry,” He breathes, his eyes stinging with hot tears

He picks up his nichirin blade, using it to help him into a standing position. Sanemi’s choked sobs echo through the forest valley. The glint of fresh sunlight reflecting off of his blade as he plunges the tip into your heart. The sun is cresting over the mountains in a new dawn.

Your garbled noises nearly drive him to the brink of whisking you off to a shadowy haven, but you wouldn’t want to live out your life being the very thing you fought so hard against. 

As the ashen belongings of your body blow past him he feels like he’s just stabbed himself through the heart.

“Sorry…so sorry.” He cries, but the sunlight dries his tears. 

Giyu Tomioka

He was by your side one second then cornered off by a second demon. He wants to remain close to you and protect you, but as he lands the final blow to the demon in front of him he catches the tail end of the demon lifting you by your throat. 

His blood runs cool, the demon’s features twisting in a cruel sneer as it makes you lick up the blood from his wounds. 

Too late, too late, too late

Just like with Sabito, Giyu was too late to save you. His head spins, running through possibilities to somehow not fuck up again

Tanjiro and Nezeko were a special case, who’s to say Giyu would break through to you? And when he didn’t? Would his heart finally go numb? The risk was too great.

The demon has dropped you and ran off, leaving you panting on the ground. You touch your throat, hacking up the blood it tried to feed you. A glimmer of hope sprouts in Giyu’s chest. Maybe you had saved yourself? You meet his gaze, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Giyu,” you smile, the one he’d grown accustomed to seeing every morning when you greeted him. “Giyu, I need you to be strong,” you start, but he can’t hear you. He doesn’t want to.

“No, I’m not strong,” His voice is trembling. His body aches with the knowledge of what you’re about to request of him. He couldn’t do it. You meant too much to him and he was a selfish man. When everyone else ignores him you see through his suffering to the little boy underneath, scared of being seen for the fraud he was. 

There’s that smile again. “Giyu. You’re a Hashira, you’re more than strong – you’re kind. You know what you have to do. Please, before it’s too late.”

Giyu’s body feels limp as tears mix with his sweat. He was too weak to save Sabito, but he could still save you. He yells into the night, a pained scream that rustles the birds from their branches.

Your head thumps to the side, fanning into dust as he sinks to his knees, sobbing over your remains. Turns out – he wasn’t numb after all. 

Tanjiro Kamado

You’re bloody, a demon standing over you, it’s foul stench dripping round droplets onto your wound

“Let’s see if you have the heart to kill one of your own, slayer.”

Tanjiro had been through this before, with his younger sister Nezeko and things were turning out alright with her.

Would his bond be strong enough to snap you out of the demonic craze? You had acted like an older sibling to him, watching over his progress and always cheering him on. Often he thought the gods had blessed him with you so he would have someone to look after him when he had no one. 

“YN!” He screams, the demon slipping away into the night. “YN talk to me. If you can still talk that means there’s still time.” But the veins on your face bubble and contort your expression to one of hatred.

Tanjiro falls back on his hands, heart loudly echoing in his ear. “YN, please… it’s me…your little brother.” But it’s far too late to work on your once human heart. As you rise to your feet Tanjiro stumbles to his as well

His katana is shaking in his grip. You were a demon, but also his friend. He can’t see through his blurry vision. 

“Pathetic,” you spit, then before Tanjiro can will his heart to do what he knew he couldn’t, you spill into the shadows

His vow to cut the head from Muzan Kibutsuji’s body grew a thousandfold that night

Obanai Iguro

You had been on this mission for weeks now, fighting side by side. Obanai had grown fond of you.

That was until a demon stole you away, reminding him that fondness sprouted weaknesses. However, he tracks you down regardless.

The demon had set up in a cave, the dawn making this rescue mission easier, but as he steadily slides into the heart of the cave he finds you’ve been tied up, dried green blood on your lips

“Fuck,” Obanai hisses into the darkness, searching around for the creature that did this to you

“It’s gone Obanai…” You drawl, your voice raspy and strained. He winces at the state of you.

He rushes to untie you, hoping it’s not too late and the insect Hashira can work some miracle cure on you. If Obanai was fond of you he couldn’t even imagine how the corp members felt about you. 

It had been a while of your fighting off the urge to turn, there had to be hope for you. If only he could get you back to headquarters fast enough…

As if reading his mind you shake your head solemnly. “Please, let me see the sunrise one last time,” you croak, gaze drifting to the sunlight filtering in from the cave’s entrance. 

Obanai squeezes his eyes shut, the electric buzz of his heart making it hard to fulfill your request. He was stagnant, breath quickening as you pleaded with him.

He offers you his hand, willing his chest to return to steel. He leads you to the outside world and your grip tightens as you step into the sun. Obanai’s body aches with unrelenting sorrow. If only he’d kept a better eye on you.

Soon enough, a faint ‘thank you’ blows past him on the wind, and he rushes away from the spot, not willing to look at what he had so carelessly taken for granted. 

Headcanons of the hashiras and their ideal weddings!!

(I WANT TO GET MARRIED :()

This is such a cute idea! The Hashiras would be such good spouses let's be honest. I wrote this as reader being a wife, I hope that's okay.

Also AHHH, I want to get married too! Then I'd have someone legally forced to help me stage fic scenarios and be a source of inspiration. That's the dream tbh

Ideal Weddings with the Hashira

Includes: Gyomei Himijima, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho Synopsis: What would your ideal wedding be like with the Hashira? (again Muichiro is my little baby and seeing him get married would be too much, but as a side part: he'd probably forget if you didn't walk him down the aisle yourself, so it would be a very wholesome event for the both of you) warnings: guys... it's up to you how you interpret what happens, but I know and you know.

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei wants something small and personal. 

The ceremony would take place at a shrine, an overall calm and peaceful event

He invites friends over for a reception in the backyard of the home you share

Gyomei, at all times, will have his hand either over your shoulder, on your thigh, or intertwined with your hand. He wants to keep you close, close enough to hug, close enough to kiss, and close enough to haul off when the party is over

The night ends with you falling asleep cuddled up next to him

Tengen Uzui

Tengen wants to go all out on your wedding dress, the decorations, the music, every little thing is amplified with magnificent splendor, thanks to your soon-to-be husband

The reception is an even bigger event, with floods of people you don’t know dancing to music just so Uzui can show you off for the night

Everything had to be perfectly glorious because that’s what you were

As the new wife, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru party with you all night, gossiping about how to best care for your beloved husband

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi would want just the two of you at the wedding except only those who mattered the most

The “after party” is simply a retreat for the both of you. He whispers about showing you off to the world, shouting from the rooftops about how much he loves you, but tonight you’re only for him

He takes all the time in the world to show you just how much he appreciates his newlywed wife

Obanai Iguro

Obanai is a tricky one because once he fell in love with you, he already saw you as his wife. He would just start calling you sweet marital pet names in the midst of life, taking you by surprise every time

Eventually, you’d have to tell him that you wanted to actually get married, the whole shebang, but Obanai would have you sign the papers and put on the wedding dress for only him to see

He wouldn’t be able to deal with anyone else looking at you from now on since your name and his were intertwined in eternity

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu leaves the planning to you because he can’t be trusted with making so many important decisions

He’s sure to love anything you decide 

When you walk up the aisle looking the way you do, he wishes he would’ve been more involved because his face contorts as he starts to sob over how beautiful you look

At the reception, Giyu still can’t believe that you took on such a stressful job and still smile at him with all the love in your heart. At the end of the night, all he can think about is how gorgeous you are when you still love him – even after he doesn’t deserve it

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro wants a traditional wedding that makes you shine in the best way. He’s wanted to tie the knot ever since he met you so at the moment he’s as excited as a child on Christmas morning

It’s a charming wedding, one that would appear in a romantic comedy at the end with a ‘just married’ car

Kyojuro carries you through the threshold of your home and not one guest sees either of you for many days because if there’s one thing Rengoku likes calling you more than wife, is hearing you be called mama.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri gets excited planning all the colors and ideas and together you make the perfect spring wedding with flowers and cherry blossoms everywhere. 

It’s back to the quaint and romantic Japanese countryside for your wedding, friends and family gathering around to share in the bottomless love 

With Mitsuri it’s like the sun has gotten married to you, her smile is enough to warm your heart and when she kisses you – the whole world falls away

It’s hard for you not to worship Mitsuri with how considerate she is every second of the day, so you end up showering her with surplus amounts of love

Mitsuri is thrilled to show you just how flexible she can be, in more ways than one. 

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu doesn’t want anyone else to ruin what little time she’ll get to spend with you, so you elope

She takes you far away from everyone else and you travel the world, collecting medicinal flora and fauna, touring beautiful villages, and holding hands the whole way

Now that you’re her wife, everything falls into place, she only wishes her older sister could’ve met you. 

Shinobu whispers to you every night how much she loves you and how she’s damn sure your body could heal the world

First Kisses With the Hashira

Includes: Gyomei Himijima, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho Synopsis: What would your first kiss with the Hashira be like? {I did not include Muichiro even though this was mainly fluff} warnings: kisses! so many kisses! A little suggestive in some parts, but only if you squint, very wholesome and fluffy!

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei is super tall, so you practically had to – with red cheeks – ask him to bend down so you could kiss him

When you managed to place your lips on his Gyomei was pleased to find how gentle you were

Gyomei found himself selfishly thinking for once

He lifts you onto the table, trapping you with a muscled arm on either side of your thighs. He groans as your lips work against his. Gyomei might not be able to see, but he could feel right where you wanted him to be. He was leaning over you, his massive back completely obscuring you from view. “You are making me break concentration.” He finally mutters out, his eyes squeezed shut. “You are dangerous YN,” He pauses, opening up his glazed white eyes to meet yours. He knew exactly where you were even without sight. “The way my heart beats in my chest for you… is dangerous.”

Tengen Uzui

Tengen thinks you’re joking at first, clapping you on the back like one of his pals with a loud guffaw while you both sit at a table.

He realizes he's made a grave mistake only after your bottom lip starts to tremble.

Your cheeks are flushed and tears are running down your face.

Tengen leans into your eyesight, an apologetic grin making his face scrunch hilariously. You roll your eyes and huff out a laugh. “There’s my girl,” Tengen’s grin widens, then after a small beat, his brows furrow. “Are you sure?” He’s asking you so gently and in a way like he’s unsure of himself. You nod and that’s all the conformation Uzui needs before he’s cupping your face, guiding your mouths together in a sweet, yet passionate kiss. His face twitches with emotion when you part, a small gasp escaping your lips as you peer into his conflicted magenta eyes. Did he not enjoy it? “I think my wife count just went up,” He states with all the seriousness in the world present on his face. You burst out laughing and hit his shoulder.

“You do not mean that!” You giggle, but he shakes his head and rolls his lips into his mouth. He hums, looking at you with possessive intent. 

“No, I do.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi had just finished a mission, dragging himself through the gates of his main mansion. 

When he sees you, in a tiny lilac-colored apron his brain nearly short-circuits. 

You were so cute – too cute in fact – it was going to kill him one day. 

You shyly presented him with a batch of fresh red bean mochi, twiddling your thumbs as he gawked at the ensemble. 

Sanemi sets the plate down, walking toward you until your back is flush against a wall. You nervously glance around, trying to decipher if this was going to be the last thing you ever saw. “Thank you,” His voice is gruff, but his face floods with a deep pink color. He’s covering his face with the back of his arm and you suddenly wish this was the last thing you’d ever see. 

You can’t help yourself as you slowly reach out to grab the back of his neck and pull him into a sweet kiss. He licks at your lips and a smile forms against your mouth. “You taste like red bean mochi,” He smirks. 

“You took a while.”

Obanai Iguro

Obanai was somewhat preoccupied with training as you yelled out his name

He came running up next to you, his head tilted in question as to what you wanted

You quickly peck Obanai on the area of his mask where his mouth should be, stumbling back in amazement that you went through with it. Obanai is equally as shocked, his brows raised and his body stiff. You’re about to turn and leave when he catches your wrist. “Oh no you don’t,” He tuts, yanking you back into his arms. “I think you forgot something.” He pulls down the top edge of his mask until his lips and a bit of his scars are revealed. You revel in how beautiful this man is as he leans down to kiss you deeply. 

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu was reading a book with adept concentration. You were slightly annoyed by the fact you came all the way here just to be ignored by this man.

So you crawl over his lap, grab the edge of the book, push it down, and lean over to kiss him

When you break away from this kiss Giyuu’s face is a stark contrast to the once pale skin. His deep blue eyes are wide, lips parted as a trail of spit still connects your mouth to his. He sets his book down – the thought of reading lost to the thought of doing that again with you. His fingertips gingerly touch the skin of his lips once, like he believes it to be a figment of his imagination. “Can we… can we do that again?” He asks, excitedly leaning toward you. 

You roll your eyes and laugh, pushing at his face. “Oh so now you want to pay attention to me?”

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro is all over the place

He’s the one that first leans into you with too much force, bonking your foreheads together

He’s nervous, excited, and in love. To you that’s all that mattered

Kyojuro rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavier than usual. “YN, can I kiss you again?” He pleads, yearning to make the first kissing experience the two of you share as perfect as possible. You laugh brightly, pecking both of his cheeks and the tip of his nose before nodding your head. Kyojuro couldn’t think about anything else except how lucky he must be to have you in his life. He slowly brings his lips to yours, pressing into you ever so slowly as to not rush like last time. It’s a fiery hot kiss only seconds after the tantalizing brush of his lips. 

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri didn’t know how to react when you explained that kissing her was something you’d enjoy

She thought you were stunning, prettier than here even – which you had to shut down right away

Mitsuri hadn’t given much thought to acting on her attraction to you, but just hearing you utter the words made her whole mind swim

She’s going into one of her overthinking episodes, squealing about how you shouldn’t kiss her because then she’d want to hold your hand and go on dates with you and-

You grab the sides of her face, bringing your lips to hers. The kiss is mildly awkward at first because Mitsuri is too stunned to move, but once she melts into your embrace and your bodies move in tandem, it turns into something beautiful. Her lips are soft and remind you of eating a strawberry. You’re the one to part ways first, leaving her breathless as she maintains eye contact with your lips. “I think I’d like to do that again…” She blurts. 

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu was tactful and precise about when you two would bump into each other

She planned the perfect time to finally ask you to share in some intimacy with her

So when you popped up at the Butterfly Mansion battered from a training session, you could say you threw more than a wrench in her plans

Shinobu’s bright eyes widen when she sees you limping inside the infirmary. “Y-YN?” She assesses the situation, rushing to gather material to dress your bruises. You don’t have to say much before she’s rubbing salve into your shoulders and down your back. Her hands and cold, but they feel wonderful as she works the sap into your muscles. “What did you get yourself into?” She grunts from behind. You chuckle softly, wincing at the ache spreading across your stomach. You don’t know what takes over your mind, but you lean back into Shinobu. She’s surprised but adjusts to hold you regardless. “What am I going to do with you?” She sighs.

“Put me out of my misery?” You suggest, earning a jab from her into your sore ribcage. You groan but then a sly smirk works its way onto your lips. “I think for being such a good patient I deserve a reward.” You tease. What you don’t expect is Shinobu to purse her lips and while her cheeks fade to a pink she leans down to kiss your lips. 

“Is that good enough?” She huffs, glancing away. 

“I’m not sure, I was kind of hoping for some mochi,” You giggle. Shinobu glares at you. “On second thought, it appears there would be nothing sweeter than another few thousand kisses from you…” That’s all it takes for Shinobu’s lips to be back on yours. A sweet, simple, and lovely kiss. If it weren’t for the way she worked the salve into your muscles, you might’ve mistaken her kisses to be what healed you the next day.  

Get Some ACTION | Giyuu Tomioka's Version NSFW

Warnings: Fluff in the first half, kissing, NSFW (around the end) MDNI (if you do, shut your eyes at the end pookies), switch Giyuu, YN is his pookie, man is whipped he loves his girlfriend so much, oral male!receiving, mentions of vaginal sex, loving relationship (am I jealous of a fake relationship that I wrote...?...yes)

Word count: 1.9k

a/n: Thank you @yaygerist for suggesting Giyuu!! My thought process was Giyuu and YN are in a shonen-type show together and fall in love during the making of it. That's what I tried to show in the banner, kind of a storyboard of what would happen in the show as the episodes progressed. I felt bad for picking on Giyuu in "Just Friends" so he's got some more fics coming in the future!

“Okay and action!”

Giyuu’s wonderfully long hair is short and he’s in a school uniform. He’s holding a dark blue umbrella as someone above makes it rain. His eyes are narrowed as he peers curiously at you from under the brim of the umbrella. A light green and white plaid tie is wrapped around his neck, hidden mostly by the collar of his white shirt. He wears a pair of tan pants, which his shirt is not tucked into. Blue shoes are at the end of each pant leg, he looks young, casual, and aloof.

You were in a similar outfit. Your white button-up was tucked into a tan pleated skirt, the same tie on your chest, knee-high white socks, and a pair of black loafers. You had just put your uwabaki into their cubby, walking outside – headed home – when it started to rain. 

Droplets run down strands of your hair, a lopsided smile taking the place of your earlier surprise. Cherry blossoms mix with the light pitter of rain. Giyuu studies you, mouth slightly parted as you turn your head up to the sky, letting rain kiss your skin. Before he could offer you his umbrella the rain silenced and the sparkling light of a spring rainbow glistened on your damp cheeks. That was the moment Giyuu Tomioka witnessed something magnificent and he was never the same after. 

Months pass, August and cicadas arrive. Giyuu still watches you from afar, trying to work up the courage to wander over to your desk and chat. Every time he’d think about approaching you his heart would try to beat out of his damned chest and his cheeks would rush with such a red color his friends thought he was coming down with an illness, so he kept his distance. Your seat was next to the window and the sun seemed to love you almost as much as he did. 

It was late August, the sun was setting, and Giyuu had stayed after for soccer practice. As he was leaving his teammates he notices you sitting near the flowerbeds. You fit in perfectly amongst them, blossoming in the warm rays of the sun. He swallows nervously, pushing down his anxiety. Then – after a few beats of physching himself up to it – he walks up to you. “H-hey,” His words stumble out like lost footing and he cringes internally. Way to go Tomioka, she’ll think you’re a dork. 

Your smile turns to him and it takes all of his concentration to not spit out his heart onto your lap. “You’re still at school Tomioka?” You giggle, noticing his blue tracksuit and sweaty appearance. He must’ve just gotten done with soccer practice. The school gardens were the perfect place to watch over the field. You hum proudly to yourself.

Tomioka sits down next to you, plopping his bag on the dirt. He leans back exhaling loudly. “Sure am, coach was pretty harsh on drills.” He scratches the back of his head with a boyish grin. “Not that I couldn’t handle it or anything.” He mutters, shying away from your gaze. 

This time you cover your mouth as a snorting giggle careens from you. Giyuu’s brows raise in astonishment. “Sorry, sorry sorry,” You wave your other hand, still giggling. “It’s just that, you looked so cool playing I-” You realize all at once that you’ve said too much. Giyuu’s eyes sparkle with the sun and you can feel your face start to heat up. 

He peers over at the soccer field – your view for most of the afternoon – then looks back to you. “You what?” He presses you to finish your sentence. 

You nervously look away from him, playing with the skin of your fingers. “I-well-I, uhm. I didn’t have any doubt you’d be able to handle it.” You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut with the confession. Giyuu’s eyes widen, his lips parting like they did when he first really saw you. 

His heart was thrumming in his ears, he couldn’t hear much of anything else. That is, until he burst out laughing. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, doubling over from laughing so hard. Tears were starting to sting his eyes as his cheeks flushed. 

He was happy. Oh so happy. 

2 years had passed since becoming friends with Giyuu Tomioka – or something like that. Since you both were hard-working students you usually ended up in the same class, sitting together during lunch, and walking home after school. Life could not be more peaceful. You always waited up for him near the flower beds, excitedly telling him about a new show you both should watch. There were times when it would just be the two of you sitting in your room, watching a movie, and playing with Giyuu’s long hair. 

“Hey, we’ve known each other for over 2 years,” Tomioka mutters as you finish braiding his hair. He’s sitting in between your legs on the floor of your bedroom. 

You tilt your head, curious about where this conversation is headed. “Yeah? And?” You reply. Giyuu sighs, turning his deep blue eyes to you. You gulp. Why is he looking at you like that? This is so intense! 

He furrows his brows, a thin line creasing his lips. “Why dont’cha call me Giyuu?” He whines. Your brows raise and eyes widen in amazement. Has this been bothering him this whole time? How cute! 

You lean down closer to his face. His cheeks redden with how little distance there is between you two now. “You really want me to call you by your first name?” He nods eagerly. He wasn’t sure what it would do to him, but he wanted nothing more. “Okay then,” You pause, shyly glancing off to the side. “Giyuu…” 

“Cut! Good work today cast and crew! Let’s call it a wrap for today!” The director yells into his megaphone. Giyuu’s lips contort into a smirk. 

“You know, I kind of like it when you call me Giyuu, YN.” He elbows you in the leg, raising his brows. “Though, if we’re gonna be going out and all I think you should really start calling me babe.” He hums in satisfaction. You shove him away with your feet. 

He rolls over on the ground, feigning injury. “You’re so annoying.” You grumble. Giyuu pops up into a sitting position. 

“Come on babe, I brought you home to my mother, it was just a joke.” He’s pouting now, he knows pouting is your weakness. 

Star actor Giyuu Tomioka and star actress – you – have been going out since they met for their second project, on the set of Lovely Years! It had been official for about a year and Giyuu showed you off at red carpet events any time he could. He loved showering you with attention, praise, and anything he could give you. The sweet thing was, he was shy behind closed doors. When he confessed to you in the dressing rooms he couldn’t even look you in the eyes. You loved your boyfriend, but he could be so damn annoying sometimes. “You coming or not babe?” You emphasize your latter word, just to make him gleam. He shoots up and follows you back to your private dressing room. 

He’s grinning like he just won an Oscar or something. You’d teach him a lesson about being such a brat. “So did you want to go get hotpot or-” Once the door to your room is shut you push him up against it, clicking the lock shut. His eyes are wide, nervous even. “Uh,” He clears his throat, “Heheh, sweetie?” But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence because you’re passionately kissing him. Like clockwork Giyuu’s hands find their way to your ass, squeezing you into him. Your hands work their way into his hair, so glad the director decided to let him not wear the wig for the older parts of the show. He hums into your mouth, then groans as you pull his hair tightly. You break from the kiss, knowing all too well Giyuu would die happily suffocating from your mouth – among other things. “Fuck baby, give me some warning next time.” He pants, his hair is a mess and his eyes are blown out. 

You smirk, licking your lips. “Yeah?” You trail and hand down his toned abdomen, then as you reach his growing dick, you cup it. “Why don’t I use my mouth for something else, aye?” Your boyfriend is a nodding mess, helping you down to your knees. 

He furrows his brows. “Uh, wait a sec,” He steps out of his pants and pulls off his shirt, folding them into nice little cushions to put under your knees. You smile adoringly at him, giggling softly at how just seconds before he was in a daze watching you sink to your knees. The only thing that snapped him out of it was the concern he held for your wellbeing. You really were a lucky girl. 

His boxer briefs are the ones you bought him for his birthday. You tug on the hem, his cock springing forth. You glance up at him to find the shy boy you’d grown to love. His face is a deep red as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ll never get used to that sight,” He croaks, shifting his legs apart like the good boy he was. 

You wrap your fingers around his length, opening your mouth to stick out your tongue. Giyuu’s cock was a pretty shade of pink, the tip usually leaking whenever you got down to it. He yearned for the simplest of your touch. It drove him insane most days when he wasn’t working on set with you. You swirl your tongue around the tip, enjoying the way Giyuu lets out a groaning whimper. “That’s it, baby, just like that,” He huffs. Ah, so he can still talk? That wouldn’t do. 

You bring most of him into the hallow of your mouth, bobbing your head while working your tongue against the vein that curled down the side of his shaft. He’s moaning, his thighs quivering ever so slightly. He was doing such a good job trying to hold back. “F-ch,” Giyuu’s hands grab the back of your head, shoving your mouth down on his cock. You choke on the sudden movement, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you bottom out. He’s giving in, whinging about how good your mouth feels. He could never live without you, you were too perfect. He’s face-fucking you now and God it feels amazing. 

Giyuu was a soft lover until you drove him over the edge and he switched to a very dominating role. “You’re mouth feels so perfect baby, fuck I want your pussy so bad. Mmm, I love it when you sit on my cock baby girl. Your tits bouncing in my face. You’re fucking paradise.” You yelp as he shoves himself somehow further into you. Spit is dripping down your chin and throat. Tears are stinging your eyes as Giyuu pulls you off his cock with a slick pop. 

The corners of your mouth are irritated and red, but Giyuu squats down to kiss you ferociously. “Let me cum in you baby, I want to be inside your pretty and perfect pussy.” He begs between kisses. 

You couldn’t deny that you wanted it as badly as he did. “Okay,” Is all you can get out before Giyuu scoops you off the floor and hauls you toward the large couch in the corner. 

CUT! This is the end of Get Some ACTION Giyuu’s version! Hope you enjoyed!

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Mister Moonlight | Giyu Tomioka

Giyuu Tomioka xx Female Reader

Synopsis: Giyuu is an established business man and his coworker YN is a pain in his ass. She’s headstrong, intelligent, beautiful, and he can’t keep his hands off her in the office storage room, but he always keep his distance from her so he doesn’t get caught up in some work place drama. YN has always been curious about her working counterpart, especially since they’ve almost had sex multiple times all over their office. She wants to know why he won’t just fuck her already. One late night YN happens upon him late in the office and they both can’t handle the tension anymore. They fuck. They make a mess. They fuck so much. Like maybe too much. 

warnings/contains: kissing, fem reader, masturbation in a public place, sex in the office, penetration, extreme teasing, bratty behavior, mutual bullying, some fluff between side couple, slight choking, definite praise kink, going comando

word count: 4.3k

a/n: It’s...after midnight and this is heavily unedited :,) though the thought of Giyuu going absolutely crazy that he breaks composure is mmm chef kiss. This is a shorter fic that I’ve been working on alongside many...many others. I hope you enjoy while I go try to drink what water I should’ve throughout the day right before bed. Hopefully I don’t piss the bed <3 and I wonder why I can’t live laugh love in these conditions...

You moan quietly as his warm cock thrusts into you from behind. You barely manage to grab hold of the shaking shelf in front of you for stability as he rearranges your insides. Your eyes fixate on the box labeled fragile in front of you. Sometimes you wish you had that stamped on your back for him to read so he’d stop being so rough with you. How were you going to keep explaining to your coworkers that ‘you just fell down’ or ‘you bruise easily’? But damn, you loved it when he talked dirty to you and didn’t treat you with humanity. It was oddly…humbling. 

“If you don’t moan at all how am I supposed to tell you to shut up?” He whispers into your ear. His breath tickles your lobe and nearly sends you squirming away from him, but instead, you look over your shoulder at the dark-haired individual currently slamming into you. 

“Maybe if you were doing a better job I’d be moaning more.” You bite back. He narrows his eyes and grabs ahold of your hips. 

“You are so goddamn annoying.” He hisses before sliding halfway out of your throbbing cunt and then ramming back into you. You grip the metal shelf until your knuckles turn white, not allowing a peep to sound from you. 

“You’re not going to win that easily, Tomioka.” He slides his right hand up your side and makes his way to the back of your neck. He wraps his fingers around the base of your neck and leans in again. 

“It’s not a competition when the other party doesn’t stand a chance of winning.” He breathes on your sensitive ears making you shiver in response. You feel his breath travel down your neck and to your shoulder where he plants a kiss. 

“Y-you’re such an asshole.” You stutter out, trying to look over your shoulder to find him. You feel him grin against your skin and it tickles so much you nearly giggle. He suddenly appears in your line of sight with a smirk on his lips. 

“I never said I’d be a gentleman.” He grunts while reaching around to your breasts. He plays with the area around your nipple, obviously wanting you to beg him to touch you. You were stronger than that, besides you could play with your nipples by yourself. You didn’t need Giyuu to touch them, but it might feel nice if he did. Fuck, he was getting to you. He always did this. You were capable of doing many tasks by yourself, yet Giyuu somehow managed to convince you that it wouldn’t be the same without him. Take going to the storage room to get some more printer paper for the office. Giyuu had offered to help you carry more so no one would have to go back for more later in the day. The whole office thought he was a kind, gentle, and pure man. You knew what he was like behind closed doors and he definitely wasn’t any of those things. “Hey.” Giyuu’s firm voice takes you out of your thoughts. He grabs your chin to turn your gaze to his. “I didn’t offer to help you just so you could space out. Pay attention to me.” He snaps, narrowing his eyes as they look at your face for some kind of hint as to what you were thinking about. Little did he know that as he filled your pussy he also filled your mind, which was quite annoying. 

“Getting a little needy are we?” You tease with a smirk. Giyuu brings his face inches from yours. His lips are so close that you could kiss them if you wanted, and you did. Throughout all of…whatever this was Giyuu had never kissed you. There had been moments, like this, that you thought he would, but never once did his lips touch yours. Your eyes instinctively flutter shut and soon after you hear a dark chuckle from the man behind you. 

“Yeah, I guess needy would be the right word.” Your eyes shoot open and your glare at him. Your cheeks flood with embarrassment and Giyuu rests his chin on your shoulder. “We should probably get back.” He mumbles after a beat. You gasp as he pulls out of you.

“But you didn’t finish-”

“But I’m finished. Let’s grab the paper and go.” He zips up his pants and readorns his suit jacket. He fixes his black tie and watches you expectantly. “Do you need help pulling up your underwear?” He raises a brow as he assesses the state you’re in. You purse your lips and clear your throat. 

“No. I don’t thank you very much.” You step out of the piece of clothing that was around your ankles while fixing your pencil skirt. You straighten out your pink blouse and ball up your underwear. “I think I’ll enjoy Mr. Rengoku being able to see my pussy.” You smile innocently and stuff the ball of fabric into your bra. You watch as Giyuu’s brows furrow and he looks like he’s about to say something, but he just angrily grabs onto four packets of paper. You grab the same and follow him out of the store room. He’s silent as you both walk down the hall and walk into the open office area with a maze of sizable cubicles set up. He huffs and walks to the other side of the room where the printer is set up on a counter. He refills the paper and sets the remaining packets in a cabinet above. He turns on his heel and brushes past you. You roll your eyes and reach up to push your packets onto the shelf as well, but you feel your ass cheeks starting to slip out of your skirt. Fuck, what were you supposed to do? If you pushed any further your skirt was going to ride up and expose your bare ass and pussy. You’re about to try and reverse your actions when you hear heavy footsteps coming toward you. Oh God, shit. You feel your skirt get tugged down briskly and someone sneaks a hand around your hip to help you push the packets up the rest of the way. 

“Be a dear and put on your fucking panties.” The hot breath of the person behind you makes you want to expose all your skin for them to breathe on. You turn to look behind you but they put their hand at the base of your neck to keep you from looking at them. What was it with people grabbing onto your neck today? “Do as you’re told.” An excited coil wraps around your stomach as you reach into your bra for your stray undergarments. This ‘mystery’ person had to be Tomioka. Who else would have that sultry low voice that strangled your brain when he whispered into your ears? 

“Here?” You whisper, knowing you didn’t see anyone on your way into the office, but there were bound to be people coming back from their lunch break. 

“Not so bold anymore, are you Ms. LN? I thought you wanted everyone to look upon your filthiness.” Ah, so it was Tomioka behind you. Of course, it was. Why was he trying to keep it a secret? You press your lips into a thin line and huff out a breath. You move out of his grip and turn to look at him. He’s panting slightly, his void-like blue eyes searching every inch of your body like a hungry animal. You do the same to him, after all, it’s not like either of you were satisfied from your last encounter. Your eyes land on the area below his belt. His erection is almost bursting from the seam of his pants. You glance up into his eyes again and he’s staring right at you. He must’ve noticed that you saw how big he’d gotten. Did your ass almost slipping out of your skirt turn him on that much? 

“You’re the one who told me to put my panties back on.” You breathe. He takes a step toward you and you intake a sharp breath. 

“That’s because I want to enjoy watching you take them off for me again later tonight.” He rasps. Your eyes flutter shut as his breath caresses your neck. For someone you kind of hated he had a way of making your thigh clench together in anticipation for him. It was super annoying, but you were used to annoying so it didn’t bother you too badly. 

“Yeah? What makes you think I want to have another close encounter with an orgasm? Are you even sure you can make me cum?” You scoff quietly. He closes the distance between you and grabs hold of your throat. There he goes again though you couldn’t exactly say you didn’t like it. You let out a small gasp as his long fingers firmly wrap up your jawline. Despite the panic your body should be feeling, the cursed thing starts to melt under his touch. Your knees nearly give out as he squeezes his thumb and pointer finger into your skin gently. Your eyes shut again, willing yourself not to observe the reaction he’s getting from you. You could feel the slick excitement start to trickle down your thighs. Fucking Tomioka. You hear a low laugh sound from Giyuu’s chest. 

“My my my, look at the state you’re in Ms. LN.” He releases your throat and you reach up to touch the sore skin. “I think I’ll have a grand time making you eat those words.” You glare at him with frustration oozing from your pores. He was way too good at getting underneath your skin while also making you yearn for his cock to be burrowed deep inside of you. 

“Then keep ahold of these for me.” You hiss and stuff your panties into his palm just as a small group of your coworkers walks in. You put on a grin and wave to one of your friends in the group. Mrs. Obanai waves back with her free hand while her husband holds her other one. “Where did you all go for lunch?” You question, stomach nearly growling at the thought of food. Tomioka had taken his sweet time so you hadn’t gotten a chance to eat today. Kanroji grins and bumps shoulders with Iguro who avoids your gaze with flushed cheeks. 

“Iguro took me somewhere…special.” She gazes at him with such love that you start to feel a pang of jealousy bite its way through your body. You glance over your shoulder to look for Giyuu, but he had disappeared. You purse your lips together and turn back to the pair in front of you with a quick smile.

“Am I still scheduled for the overtime tonight to finish up Project Beta?” You decide to ask, wanting to keep Giyuu off your mind until the foreseeable future. Kanroji’s face lights up as she twirls her hand with Iguro’s. 

“Yes, thank you for taking the initiative for our team. I’m sure Mr. Ubuyashiki will take notice of your hard work.” Her smile reaches the corners of her eyes and you all too well understand why Mr. Obanai fell head over heels in love with this woman. If he didn’t sweep her off her feet, you might’ve. 

Giyuu had left the office hastily as people started to arrive back from their lunch break. He snuck past his office friends, Mr. Rengoku and Mr. Tengen, as he made his way to the lower-level bathrooms. He hoped no one would be outgoing enough to make it down here, so he should be alone. It was still risky, but he couldn’t lie and say that fact didn’t excite him. How thrilling it would be for someone to walk in on him with your underwear wrapped around his cock as he imagined it was your soft plump lips and sweet delicate fingers. In a way, he was claiming his territory. He didn’t want anyone to look upon you with the same lust he felt. No matter how much of a pain in his ass you were, his mind was encapsulated by you. It was like you were some parasite he couldn’t get rid of. 

“I’m going to make you work so hard for any amount of pleasure.” He whispers to himself, staring at your panties as if they would somehow transfer the message to you. God, you annoyed the fuck out of Tomioka, but he’d dreamt of your supple lips more than once. How delicious they would taste as they quivered against his own. How making out with you would turn him on as you moaned into his mouth, but he couldn’t get involved. Some might argue that he’d already gotten too attached, but that wasn’t true. Tomioka was strong-minded, reserved, and those qualities would help him stay away from any office drama revolving around hurt feelings. He groans and clenches your pretty pink undies in his fist. He slides into a stall and locks it behind him. Carefully he unzips his pants and gazes down at the massive erection present underneath his boxers. “Fuck…” He sighs loudly, taking out his aching cock with his free hand. “What are you doing to me YN?” His breath becomes heavy, thick with thoughts of you. The stall filled with Giyuu’s whimpers, your name on the tip of his tongue and tangled through his very being. It didn’t take him long to cum all over the panties you’d practically entrusted him with. His face warms with embarrassment as he quickly rushes to the sink to wash away what he’d done. You’d never let him live this down if you found out.

Back in the office, you were working on Project Beta. It was a simple enough presentation, the hardest part was collecting and summarizing all the data. You rub your temples and then shake out the tension in your body. Just get this done and then you could enjoy teasing Tomioka relentlessly that you got promoted before he did. That puts a grin on your lips as you continue to compile everything you would work on later tonight. It’s not long after you finish up your prep for the late shift when Tomioka comes waltzing in from god knows where. You furrow your brows as you watch the lanky, yet built, man walks over to his desk section. He’s greeted by those surrounding him, which happen to be Mr. Rengoku, Mr. Tengen, and Mr. Sanemi. Mrs. Obanai leans over from her desk next to yours. “Where did he scamper off to?” She queries aloud. You glance at her and shrug. 

“I find it hard to picture Mr. Tomioka scampering anywhere.” You mutter. Kanroji giggles and taps your shoulder. 

“Well, he’s sure been stealing glances at you Ms. LN.” She has a huge smirk lining her lips and you shake your head in near disgust. 

“I think he’s just a looker.” 

“A looker hmm?” Another wiggle of the brows and you were going to throw up. You feel your face flush as you realize the mistake you made with your words. 

“Not-no-not like that, I meant that he-”

“I know what you meant.” She laughs, covering her mouth as she does so. It was a radiant sight and it stuns you slightly. “Iguro loves to observe as well, I find it charming.” Her gaze finds her husband’s and those already bright eyes of hers seem to illuminate even more. Ah, to be in love, but you didn’t find the way Tomioka observed you charming. In fact, you hated how much he could tell about you from just a few looks. It was annoying how accurately he could read you, especially when it came to sex. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t care whether or not you had sex, but then he’d bend down real close to your face and grin as you avoided eye contact. Yeah right darling, make sure to wear that blouse I like tomorrow. You wish, just once, that you could catch him off guard. Tease him so much that he was rendered a shuddering mess underneath you. You press your lips into a thin line and that’s when your gaze accidentally meets Giyuu’s. Your breath catches in your throat while his dark blue eyes study your face. You were sure from this distance he couldn’t tell what you were thinking about, or at least you hoped. You’re about to look away and get back to your assignment when you catch him smirking at you with a raised brow. 

He was infuriating. 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Tomioka was assigned to help with Project Beta tonight. It’ll be just the both of you.” Mrs. Obanai smiles brightly and you nearly choke on your next breath. Maybe you had a fever or took too much aspirin earlier, surely you didn’t hear her correctly. 

“Oh really? That’s so… wonderful.” You swallow hard and try to ignore the impending doom thrumming in your chest. 

The sky was a dusky orange as you peered out of the window. Letting out a long sigh you pinch the bridge of your nose. You weren’t looking forward to Tomioka bossing you around for the next couple of hours while he disagreed with all your proposals. 

“YN, are you just going to stand there? The sooner we get this done the sooner we can go home.” Giyuu scoots his chair into the desk next to yours and starts reading through your work from earlier. You grunt and slowly advance toward your computer, sure to find a heap of correctional comments from the man next to you. To your surprise when you sit down there isn’t anything highlighted. You whisk your head to look at Giyuu. He notices you staring after a few beats and meets your gaze. “What?” He asks, furrowing his brows. You gulp, nerves cooling your veins. 

“I’m just dumbfounded you didn’t find any errors within my work like you usually do.” You avert your eyes and pick at the skin around your thumbnail. 

“I’m an overanalyzing asshole, of course, I normally find mistakes within people’s work. Though, and don’t let this go to your head or anything, yours is the best out of the group. This is some of your best work. You did a fantastic job describing everything in detail and organizing the data.” He reveals. Your brows shoot up as he finishes his sentence. 

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re saying that you actually like my work?” Now your brows are furrowed in uncertainty. Giyuu chuckles and nods slowly. 

“Yes YN, I actually think you’re brilliant.” He compliments, his eyes softening for the first time since you’d met this man. Your heart is a mess of nerves and confidence. A contradiction at best. Lips parting like they’re about to say something, but they close again. You finally break out into a smile that bubbles into a giggle. 

“Where’d mister grabby gruff man go? I think this is the first time you’ve complimented me.” You chuckle. Giyuu’s face flushes and he looks away. Your heart thrums in hunger as you observe him become shy. 

“Shut up…” He trails off. His ears are turning red now. This was your chance. Tease him, get under his skin. 

“Tomioka are you getting shy on me?” You scoot your chair toward him, but he shoots up from his spot. 

“Quit it YN.” He covers his face with his forearm. You liked how flustered he was, especially since you’d only seen his cold hard exterior. 

“Maybe you want me to take charge next time? I think you’d like that.” A small giggle falls out of your mouth. You stand up and trail your fingers up his arm. “Would you?” You ask softly. Giyuu’s brows furrow and within a moment he’s grabbing your shoulders. 

“I told you to stop YN.” He states loudly. His reaction shocks you a bit that you stumble back a few steps. Your eyes are wide and so are his, like he didn’t expect to have such an outburst. You both are panting and his grip is tight. So tight that it feels binding. His eyes are flittering around your face, pausing on your lips and eyes the longest. You feel like clay in his hands, willing to be anything he wanted. What a switch from the words you were spewing earlier. Your chest is heaving now and so is his. He pulls you closer to him, you can hear how quickly he’s breathing and your own heart beating wildly in your ears. “I told you to stop…” He whispers so gently that it feels like his breath is caressing your cheek. Your eyes meet and a spark ignites some dynamite of yearning in your whole body. His mouth hovers above yours as you share in each other’s breath. His smelt of mint and chocolate. You hoped yours was as delectable. You’re so close he’s bound to hear how quickly your heart is beating, you were practically vibrating. His palms slide from your shoulders up to your neck, one moving onto your cheek. They’re so hot, it’s almost burning you. You can’t take this any longer, your hearts were beating in tandem. 

You close the distance between your lips and this time Giyuu doesn’t move back like he usually does. His lips are plump, almost salty to the taste. It’s intoxicating the way his lips move against yours. It’s sloppy at first, but he pushes you against the desk’s ledge. Without breaking from your lips he swipes off the desk of its belongings. You were too drunk on this feeling to care about anything other than his hands under your thighs lifting you onto the desk. He struggles out of his suit jacket and flings it to the side, groaning into your mouth. This sends you over the edge as you grab fistfuls of his hair, pulling him into you. His tongue dances with yours, tasting you as much as he could. He wasn’t scared of hurting anyone else’s feelings. He was scared of his own getting hurt. He didn’t have to worry about that though, your kisses could solve world hunger. Your lips break apart as he fumbles with the buttons on your blouse. He’s gasping for air at this point, recklessly pulling open your shirt. You needed to get rid of it anyway.

“Open your legs, sweetheart.” He pants, peering into your eyes like a starved animal. You feel tingles run over every inch of your body. You pull your skirt up your legs and part them for him. His eyes drop down to your glistening cunt. He looks back into your eyes. “Are you okay with this?” He queries. You nod, but he catches your chin. “Use that pretty mouth of yours.” 

“Yes.” You breathe. “Do whatever you want with me.” You spread your legs further and Tomioka’s eyes darken, if that was even possible. 

“Good girl.” He praises. His fingers trace circles around your thigh as he observes the state you’re in. He unzips his pants as your eyes widen. 

“Tomioka I’m not loose enough-” You start to complain, but he just smirks up at you. 

“Come on baby, you can take it.” You glance at how erect he is, nearly hardened to 7 or 8 inches. “You said whatever.” He pants, impatiently stroking himself. You did say that… but you didn’t mean he could kill you. 

“I trust you…” You hesitated. His control snaps as he grabs hold of your ass to scoot you closer to the edge of the desk. He’s already lining himself up at your entrance before you can protest any further. He slides in with such ease you tense up around him. He sucks in air as he looks back up to you. 

“Are you okay?” He questions, words so light. 

“I am.” You reply and he continues to burrow into your throbbing pussy. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.” You move your hips as much as you can to gain friction. Tomioka moans as he starts to thrust in and out of you. 

“Yours is the only pussy that feels this good. You’re so fucking beautiful YN.” He squeezes his eyes shut as he shamelessly plunges into you. A startled moan stutters out of your mouth as you grip his shoulders. “Tell me how good it feels baby.” You rock forward on the desk, chasing the build-up of your climax. 

“Hngh-so good-so fucking good.” Your eyes roll back as Giyuu gently kisses your neck and up your jawline. He blows on your lips and your eyes flutter open. 

“Kiss me YN, I want to taste your lips when I fall asleep tonight.” You wiggle your hips and pant as he continues to fuck you so good you feel dizzy. Your lips crash into his, a cracking moan echoing from your mouth into his. You start to clench around his cock, resulting in a growl-like groan rumbling from his chest. 

“I-I’m going to cum Giyuu, oh my god-” You lurch forward as your whole body starts to shake wildly. 

“That’s it, cum on my cock.” Giyuu holds you close to his chest as he thrusts into you, his motions growing sloppy as he chases his own climax. It’s not long before you feel his warm sperm coat your insides. You’re covered in sweat and the moonlight reflects off of it. Giyuu pants into your neck and you lean your head gently against his. You can still feel yourself as well as Giyuu twitching inside. He breaks free from your neck and chuckles to himself. He kisses your forehead gently, trailing sweet kisses down your temple, your cheek, and neck. He stops suddenly and his grip tightens slightly around you. 

“I think I just realized I have feelings for you.” 

Giyuu straightens back up to look into your eyes, the only thing illuminating him is the moon.

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