#giyuu

Giyu hides his face into your chest from how flustered you're making him feel.

》 extra for this oneshot

Almost everyday, giyuu is sent to a mission, if not? You will train with him. That's what he's going to say "were going to train" but it will ended up being the both of you having sex in his room.

As soon as he got home, he finds you sleeping. Your red haori is lying on the floor. The demon he fought got him stressed a while ago. He slowly walks up to you. He pushes the hair covering your face. He starts kissing your neck. His hand slides inside your yukata and starts caressing your breast. You wake up, rubbing your eyes. You look at him.

"Giyuu?"

You turn to him. His hand is still squeezing your breast. You slide your hand onto his nape and hide your face in his neck. You realize he is tensed. You can feel the rigidity in his shoulders.

"Mission got hard again, huh?"

Since you are still half asleep, you can barely open your eyes. You feel giyuu opening your yukata now. He pulls the fabric aside, exposing your chest to the cool air. He doesn't waste time. He leans down, his breath hot against your skin.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you,"

Giyuu mutters. His voice is rough, strained from the exhaustion of the fight. He captures one of your nipples between his lips. He sucks hard, creating a wet, squelching sound that echoes in the quiet room. You gasp, your back arching slightly.

"You're so needy today,"

You whisper, your voice thick with sleep.

"I am,"

he admits. He pulls away from your nipple, leaving it wet and glistening. He uses his thumb and forefinger to pinch the peak, rolling it between his fingers. He does it with a focused intensity, as if he's trying to memorize the texture.

You remember the first time he did this. You thought the Water Hashira was a statue—cold, emotionless, and distant. But when he gets you alone, he becomes obsessed. He doesn't just want you; he craves the softness of your breasts. It is the only thing that seems to quiet the noise in his head.

"Does it help?" you ask, your hand sliding down to grip his shoulder.

"Yes," he grunts. He moves to your other breast, kneading the flesh with his palm before latching onto the nipple. He swirls his tongue around the areola, teasing the sensitive skin before sucking it deep into his mouth. You can hear the rhythmic sound of his swallowing, the wet slaps of his tongue against you.

"You love these so much," you tease, though your breath is hitching.

"I do," he says against your skin. He bites down gently, just enough to make you whimper. He spends minutes just focusing on your breasts, alternating between licking, sucking, and squeezing. He treats your body like a sanctuary. He focuses on the way your nipples harden under his touch, the way your skin flushes.

"Giyuu, you're shaking," you observe.

"I'm just... tired," he whispers. He lets out a long, shaky exhale. The tension that had been coiled in his muscles since he walked through the door begins to bleed away. He stops the aggressive play and simply cups your breasts, feeling the heartbeat thumping in your chest.

"I hate the missions sometimes," he says. It is a rare moment of vulnerability. He rarely complains. He just carries the weight of the world on his shoulders until he comes home to you.

"You're here now," you tell him. You pull his head down, kissing him deeply. Your tongues clash, swapping saliva in a slow, desperate rhythm. He tastes like iron and salt, but he smells like the familiar scent of the Water Estate. He kisses you like he's drowning and you are the only thing keeping him afloat.

He pulls back, his blue eyes softer now. The hardness in his gaze has melted. He looks at you with a longing that borders on desperation, but the edge of stress is gone. He gently pulls your yukata back over your chest, covering you.

"I feel better," he whispers. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips one last time.

"You can continue sleeping now," he says softly. He pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He doesn't want any space between you. You can feel his heart slowing down, matching your own pace. You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of his body acting as a blanket.

"You're not going to make me train tomorrow, right?" you mumble into his chest.

"Maybe," he replies, a tiny hint of a smile in his voice.

"Liar."

"Go to sleep."

You cuddle closer to him, drifting back into a dreamless slumber. You know that no matter how many demons he kills or how many burdens he carries, he will always come back to this. He will always find his peace in the softness of your body.

So thats how the water hashira relieves his stress.