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there's no way the gods hate him this much. he distances himself from the other hashira as much as he can while keeping his eyes on you. you have a delicate laugh, one that he replays over and over again. it's kyojuro making you laugh this time over something truly not even funny yet his delivery is so amusing it has you in stitches.

giyuu watches as your eyes sparkle with amusement, his heart tightening at the sight. he can't help but feel drawn to your warmth.

your conversation with kyojuro wraps up, and you transition to chatting with mitsuri and shinobu. the three of you giggle and come up with plans for a date in the upcoming week.

he'd be lying if he said he doesn't want to walk over and join you, inviting you on a separate outing. if only he were worthy of such a blessing. to be blessed with your attention is one not many receive and even fewer deserve. in his eyes, your presence is a gift from heaven itself and placed to mock him.

he finds himself staring at you while trapped in his own little world. a world of fantasy where you and him are able to talk. one where you're able to laugh at his jokes and plan tea dates.

one that's shattered when his attention is called back to reality by ubuyashki's arrival. his natural reaction is to kneel, as is yours.

if he were to glance to his side he would get a clear view of your side profile. he could admire your pretty lashes, the shape of your nose, the pout of your lips. his eyes darting lower and he could see the view of your breasts pressed together. a sight he would never be able to clear from his memory.

he was a mature man, lacking experience with women entirely but this stuff never stirred him. he was as stoic as ever with anyone — except for you. you made him dizzy. just your existence was enough to mess with his head and make him forget ubuyashiki is speaking about something important and he should probably listen.

it was unfortunate giyuu would only be able to admire you from a distance. he wonders what he had done to suffer such a cruel fate. like he said, he truly was cursed. he could never speak to you without ruining it so he was forced to avoid being near you.

the curse he's talking about comes at the worst times.

the training ground is bustling with activity as the hashira paired off for sparring practice. giyuu found himself partnered with sanemi, which suited him fine; it meant he could focus solely on the fight and not on you. however, his resolve is quickly tested when the sparring partners are shuffled, and he finds himself standing across from you.

“let’s give it our best,” you say with a smile, your confidence shining through.

giyuu nods stiffly, determined to keep things professional. the bout started smoothly enough, both of you exchanging blows and dodges with practiced ease. but as the match progressed, a misstep on giyuu’s part sends him stumbling forward. in a desperate attempt to regain his balance, he reaches out, only to end up crashing into you.

the two of you tumble to the ground in a heap, giyuu’s arms wrap around you in a protective reflex. you land beneath him, your faces daring the other's inches apart. time seemed to freeze as giyuu’s heart raced, his breath catching in his throat. he could see every detail of your face, the surprise in your eyes, the warmth of your breath against his skin.

a cheshire-like smile spreads across your lips. your eyes narrow as you look into giyuu's deep irises. you watch the color on his face transition from milky white to a pink hue.

realizing the position he was in, giyuu scrambles to his feet, his face burning with embarrassment. “i’m sorry,” he mutters, offering you a hand to help you up.

you take his hand, a small smirk now playing on your lips. “it’s okay, tomioka. accidents happen.”

he nods, unable to meet your eyes, and quickly retreats, mentally berating himself. he had hoped to avoid any more awkward encounters, but it seemed the gods — or perhaps his own clumsiness — had other plans. it was uncharacteristic from him to have such a tumble and realistically didn't really make sense from his position.

the fact of the matter is that happened. he laid on top of you, felt your chest rising against his own. his knee split your thighs, pressed against one. both of his arms caged your head in while strands of his hair fell around your faces like a curtain.

training with you left him mortified once again. now he wanted go crawl into a hole and die. out of all the positions to land in, that was surely the worst one.

"tomioka?" you call out his name again.

he glances back up at you.

"let's go again? try not to fall for me," you giggle with your bamboo sword twirling in your hand. giyuu blinks , surprised by your playful remark after the awkward moment.

he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

“right, let’s continue,” giyuu replies softly, his gaze shifting to the ground briefly before meeting your eyes.

you nod, a gentle smile on your lips.

as the training resumes, giyuu finds himself more aware of your presence than ever. the memory of your closeness lingers, mixing with the adrenaline of your sparring. despite his initial embarrassment, he can't deny a certain thrill at being so close to you.

each move was calculated and precise. it was enough to distract him for even a little bit. after what seemed like an eternity, the training session concludes and you approach giyuu.

"you always give everyone such a workout," you sigh. sweat drips down your neck, chest, and thighs. in giyuu's eyes, you were glowing even though you were drenched in sweat.

you collapse onto the grass next to him. you lay back and let out of a deep breath mixed with a laugh. his eyes were instantly drawn to the movement of your chest.

giyuu doesn't respond to your last comment. he stares forward at who knows what. it was anything to distract himself from looking at your figure lying so innocently on the ground next to him. he was disgusted by the way his perverted mind zeroes in on your chest and the way your skirt fell over your thighs.

"hm maybe next time i'll end up on top of you. wouldn't that be nice?" you laugh as you said this but it didn't give giyuu that light feeling he always enjoyed. instead, it was like a punch in the stomach with each ripple of sound.

you don't show any intentions of getting up anytime soon. in fact, you had removed your haori to fold up and use as a makeshift pillow. he couldn't tear his gaze away from you, lying so casually without a clue of the turmoil you caused within him. looking at you was all too much and he struggled to keep his mind pure.

giyuu shifts uncomfortably, not trusting himself to speak. he simply gives a nod of acknowledgment and continues avoiding your gaze.

giyuu needed to recover from a difficult mission at the butterfly estate. he trusted shinobu and her family's care and wasn't particularly concerned over anything. he knew tanjiro would be there to harass him already but other than that his stay would be short.

he lie in the bed, staring at the ceiling while tanjiro rambles some nonsense. he was listening but had no interest in responding. the other two boys were outside training or playing with each other. it was loud enough for giyuu to make out some shouting.

"yes and so zenitsu had run away from-"

the door to the their room opens. giyuu doesn't look over to greet whoever as tanjiro did. he expects one of the short nurses to come in and leave the tray on the table if he looked sleep. so he shut his eyes and waited for a moment.

he doesn't hear the door open and close again but doesn't let that bother him. he reaches over, his hand in search of the tray in its usual place but instead his fingertips make contact with some soft mound. naturally, he lets his hand engulf the entire foreign object, almost testing it. curiously, he turns over to see what he was holding.

his mouth dries up. your breasts sat blocking his entire field of vision and his hand comfortably wrapped around one of them. the medicine tray he was searching for was on your lap instead of the usual bedside table. his eyes dart around the scene but avoid your face.

tanjiro sat up on his bed, pouting now he was ignored. he looked over at you and giyuu. "giyuu why'd you stop talking?"

his face flush red as he falls back onto his bed. steam could have shot out of his ears. he doesn't say anything coherent but he spewed out apologies mixed with promises to keep your relationship a secret.

“oh, tomioka,” you say with a soft chuckle, “sorry, did I surprise you?”

giyuu’s eyes widenin embarrassment as he quickly lets go. “i’m sorry,” he mumbles, his face flushing red. he averts his gaze, feeling mortified by the accidental touch.

“i brought your medicine. here, let me help you.”

giyuu accepts, still too embarrassed to speak. you hand him the cup of medicine he needed to drink. he makes sure to avoid touching your fingers.

"thank you,” he says quietly, just praying you would leave already.

you smile warmly. “no problem, tomioka. get lots of rest, okay?”

giyuu nods again, his heart still racing from the unexpected contact. he lies back down, trying to calm his thoughts as you left the room. even though the moment had been brief, it left a lingering warmth in his chest.

he brings his hand to his face. he could still imagine the soft feeling and shape in his palm. his face tingles.

"uh giyuu," tanjiro squeaks eventually.

"no."

the sun has already set for the day. giyuu, weary from the day’s training, seeks solace in the hot spring to ease his muscles and calm his mind.

he enters the tranquil haven with quiet footsteps, the warm embrace of steam enveloping him as he looks for a secluded spot to settle in. rocks surround the pools of water like a maze.

just as giyuu shifts his position, turning slightly towards where you sit on the edge, he notices your towel laid beside you while you dip your legs into the water. you seem entranced by the ripples in the water caused by your movements.

giyuu freezes, his eyes widening slightly as he realizes he isn’t alone. you have already seen him standing near you. the sight of his toned arms and torso has you gawking at him. he swallows thickly.

that curse never gives him a break, even in his moment of solitude. its malevolence weighs heavily on him now. he averts his gaze, frustrated by the punishment that dictates every encounter with you. in his search for tranquility, it has followed him.

"i'm sorry."

“it’s okay, tomioka,” you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper. “you can stay.”

he hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do. the hot spring suddenly feels warmer, not just from the water but from the blush creeping up his neck.

“i didn’t mean to intrude.”

you smile gently, your eyes kind as always. he'd begun associating your smile with deception after you frequent forgiveness. “you’re not intruding,” you assure him. “it’s nice to have company.”

giyuu sighs, grateful for your understanding. he relaxed slightly, though his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. the silence between you is comfortable, at least when he could stop imagining your body in full view earlier.

he sits by the hot spring, his mind drifting to thoughts of you. despite his attempts to maintain his distance, he couldn’t deny the warmth that your presence brought to his life. he wrestled with the pull of attraction mixed with the fear of getting too close. he'd scare you off surely if more unlucky incidents occurred.

your kindness and understanding had softened his guarded heart, yet the curse that seemed to shadow his every step whispered warnings of inevitable disappointment. he admired you. you never reprimanded him for his mistakes and continued treating him kindly. but he couldn't forgive himself for what's happened.

as the minutes pass, giyuu found you sitting much closer to him than before. you look up at him like you were eager to share something. you bite your bottom lip in a coy smile which concerned him more than anything.

"tomioka..." you murmur.

"yes?"

you let out a little chuckle, your head cocking to the side as you look at him. you eye him up and down briefly before finally answering, "you're staring."

giyuu had zoned out unknowingly with his eyes locked in on your breasts. he wasn't sure how he ended up looking there. his thoughts weren't remotely related to your body. it was like his subconscious naturally moved his gaze their.

he stumbles over words he could say to salvage your relationship but could only get out a simple, "i'm sorry." now this time you would surely hate him.

you were quiet this time, opting to shift a little bit closer to him. you bring your hand towards his face. would you slap him? that was a reasonable response. he prepares himself for the force against his cheek.

"i don't mind," you say, cupping his cheek. your soft thumb rubs circles on his skin. your voice lowers to a whisper. "i don't mind if you look at me."

giyuu's body tenses and the water around him sets his body on fire. you look at him with a look he's never seen you give anyone before. your eyes were cloudy, making him shift around.

"you're not very good at being discreet. i can see when you look at me. then you pin me down during training...get a feel of my-"

"those were accidents," he barely manages to spit out. his throat was so dry.

you gave a faux pout followed by a laugh. you grab his wrist and bring his hand back to your boobs. it was him who grabs on without even knowing.

"accidents? so you don't like me?" you frown and cross your arms, feigning disappointment and trapping giyuu.

"i do."

"you like me? do you like me how i like you?"

"maybe."

"i like you a lot, tomioka." you push yourself closer to his chest. your hands steady on his shoulders to hold you up. he places his free hand on your waist. he averts his eyes from your body pressing against his.

he gulps, "i like you a lot." his throat wants to close around his words.

you move closer by wrapping your arms around his neck completely. he was forced to look in your eyes.

and giyuu's not sure any demon could make him feel as scared as he is when he feels you turn his head into your lips. you card your fingers into his hair and keep him pressed tightly against you. his fingers grip onto your skin as it's the only part of his body he can control at the moment.

your tongue brushes against his bottom lip and he easily lets you take control. the hand on your waist move to wrap around you entirely.

he feels powerless as your tongue moves through this mouth. he likes the sweet taste it leaves.

you pull away briefly, "is that how you like me?"

"yeah," he breathes.

he moves his hand up your shoulder and onto your cheek where he uses that to pull you back against his lips.

his focus is broken by his cock rubbing against your thigh and he whimpers into your mouth. you giggle at him and reach under the water. you press kisses against his neck up to his ear while you hold his cock.

"you must like me a lot then tomioka," your voice feels like velvet against his ear. he glances towards you with lust clouded eyes.

you began slowly tugging your hand up and down his cock.

"i do." his bluntness is sexy, he's open to telling you all the things you make him feel

he stops you with a groan by picking you up by the waist. he moves quickly through the water to set you on the ledge by your towel. you settles his upper body between your thighs.

you grow self conscious as he stares. "q-quit staring."

"i'm sorry."

"you're always apologizing."

"i'm sorry," he repeats as he spreads your legs even further. as he moves closer to you, he reveals more of his lower body. he cock hangs from above its reflection and your mouth waters.

he looks down at your cunt dripping from the water and your arousal. his thumb plays with your clit — rubbing circles on it and dipping down to spread your slick around. his brows knit together with focus.

"you're pretty," is a whisper you can barely make out. it embarrasses you more than having yourself so exposed to him.

"hah- thank you." you're caught off guard when he brings his other hand to insert two long fingers into your hole. your body lurches forward with a moan.

you use your wrist to muffle your sounds. he seems to focuses on loosening you for just another finger. the stretch is so much. your thighs start to tingle and twitch uncontrollably before you grab onto his forearm.

"oh. fuck. fuck." you chest heaves and you can barely move your neck to look at him. you smile and peck his cheek.

you reach for his cock and guide him back to your hole. you swipe your thumb over his tip and gather precum to tap onto your tongue. you wrap your lips around your thumb with a smile and look into his eyes.

giyuu's eyes lock onto your lips.

"getting distracted now?" you tease.

giyuu brushes you off and goes for a searing kiss. he tangled his hand in your hair while gathering your slick on his reddened tip. he pulls away and your head falls into his neck.

he pushes into your pussy with little resistance now. his body is flush against yours now. you let out a gasp and dig your nails into his arm.

he pauses, holding you tight. "am i hurting you?" his eyes widened slightly.

you pull your head away with a drowsy smile plastered on your face. he's so fucking cute, you thought to yourself. "no. keep going."

his thrusts aren't at all sloppy. you struggle to keep your breathing under control and your mind intact. your legs wrap around his slim waist and he cups your thighs for support. you're forced to hold onto him, now losing the solid ground underneath you.

you can barely get words out. "ha-! g-giyuu ngh- good!" you squeal his first name. hearing his given name from your lips makes him dizzy, nearly orgasiming from that.

he has a strong grip on your ass. he uses his hands to help your body meet his in his thrusts.

your poor cervix is bruised by the time you're going to cum. you hold giyuu's face and bring your foreheads together.

"i- wanna-"

"no."

you sob as his speed triples almost impossibly. you shake your head and he ignores your pleas. tears dot the corners of your eyes like diamonds and all giyuu can do is kiss them away.

"wait for me. soon- promise," he assured you.

he was getting close. your walls clenched around him and he reached deeper than he was before. you moans incited him and beckoned him deeper into you.

he almost felt you were one. your cunt swallows him completely. he watches how his disappears inside of you and fills all of you. the drag of his cock reached every part of you.

your head spins and your praying he's done soon.

"y/n, please," he pants — nearly whimpers. his abs clench and his arms tense underneath you. you wrap your arms around his neck while he slams you onto his cock.

he uses you to milk him — his cum is pulled out and spurts inside of you. you squeeze around him. a mess stirs inside and wrecks you.

giyuu turns around and sits on the ledge with you on his lap. the dirty mixture of cum leaks into his cock and thighs. it's sticky but you reach your hand down to scoop it into your fingers.

giyuu watches intently. the mixture strings out between your fingers. giyuu opens his mouth and allows you to press your fingers into his tongue. you wipe you cum onto his taste buds before selfishly stealing it in a messy kiss.

"tomioka-"

"seriously?" he grumbles.

you're a little shocked at his tone. light flickers back onto your face when you realize. a finger pokes at his cheek. "giyuu! isn't it great we're at a hot spring? so convenient."