#giyyu tomioka x reader

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Washing Giyuu's Hair (anon request)

Pairing: Giyuu Tomioka x black!fem reader

Warnings: 18+ , handjob, sliiiight mommy kink

as unnatural as it was to do so, you compelled your inner hush to surface. slowly, over the months you spent as a member of this household, you dove into the practice of honing your excitement, learning to be subdued whenever he returned. acclimating to such stoicism felt like wrenching every method of your working body to churn backward, but even as you felt the gears screeching to a halt, grinding in discomfort to struggle in the opposite direction, you were content in the payoff. it was for him. and you loved him.

so rather than leap onto tomioka, weep at his shoulder as you refilled your senses with him, insist on doting on his every whim, covering every space of his skin with the whispered kisses of your gratefulness, ... you let the desire to speak for you.

giyuu had spoken more than once about how the eyes were windows to one's souls, how they purely communicated the depths of inner emotion. and with how silent and still he was as a man, you could not help but trust in his certainty. no one as collected as the water hashira could have ever spoken in doubt, that was what you believed. despite how much as he harbored regarding himself, he would never dare let it shroud you.

his greeting was low and clumsy. "you're safe."

which he guaranteed with his every moment alive. you wanted to tell him, but you were just too grateful that he was there, with you. a gentle touch came to his shoulders-- one you were sure read of an overwhelmed gratitude... almost fear of making him disappear into nothing if you handled him too harshly.

"you must be hungry." your teary voice answered through a smile. but he stopped you before you could put any distance between the two of you. the hesitation sat stilted between you, mounted on the evening lull.

"i'm more--" he slowly began to suggest, and you attentively listened. but it was clear to you that he was struggling, and you could not bear to let him drown himself in second guessing before even letting you know what he needed. you could at least do this much for him.

"tired..?" you asked. his gaze lowered, and you figured to take it as a no. when you saw the direction his gaze turned, though, you had a better idea. "i see. make yourself warm, dumpling. i can run you a bath."

he let out a small exhale. his relief and his thanks. of course his mind was on seeing himself clean. the horror and carnage that lined his duties would have waned the staunchest of hunger; any slayer would aim to free himself of the sweat and grime once home... the blood, the memory. you left him with a fond smile, rushing to fill the tub with hot water for him.

he had shed his haori when you'd found him again, his sword put away and his buttons undone. a quiet thank you preceded his departure for the washroom and you contented yourself with setting his things aside to launder.

you don't know what-- either the starvation of his touch and presence, or the sense of failure around relaying your gratitude-- but one of the lot pressed a nagging onto your conscious. and you, lacking the will or composure to deny that pressure it placed on you, let your feet lead you to fetch more water for heating.

you entered the washroom with a sheepish look of apology for disturbing him. truthfully, though, he looked anything but. steam was packed from floor to ceiling, making his skin and the jagged scars and burns gracing it damp from the humidity. giyuu looked so relaxed when he saw you toting the added water, lifting his head quizzically. but his questions were silent as you made a seat of the tub basin, asked with the pools of his eyes as he lay submerged.

"i always heat more for rinsing my hair," you smiled, reaching delicately to free his from its bindings. the way his eyes lulled shut enamoured you. you would do anything for this man. "would you..? like me..?" you gently suggested, feeling hesitant over such a new intimacy with him. tomioka was a man guarded behind countless walls-- barriers that had taken years to break down... to be let in. if this turned out to be a boundary of his, you wouldn't press. you wouldn't cross it.

to your surprise, his eyes flew open and to yours, alight with both surprise and tender appreciation. his answer was to take your hand in his, pressing a grateful kiss to your knuckles that melted your heart.

you chose to keep the silence for now, lifting the ceramic to wet his mane once he freed your hand. giyuu wasn't nearly as meticulous with his hair as you had to be. the same oils he used to bathing were satisfactory for his hair hygiene as well, as far as he was concerned, so it was what you used. caring motions of your fingers massaged into his hair, gently working throughout his thick locks and into his scalp.

when he sighed, it gave you a small heartattack. but, in fear of making him self conscious over it, you caught yourself quickly when you froze. barely a hitch interrupted your movements, and you were gifted another deep exhale.

"is it nice?"

when your soft voice joined the trance, he hummed what you knew was a yes. your heart was aglow. the lather you kept even and away from his eyes, cleansing with massaging scritches that descended from his hairline to his nape with you supporting the weight of his head. rubbing at his temples and behind his ears, you made every bit of an experience he could lose himself in as you could.

he did. more than once you could hear him moan, low and to himself. and more than once, his hand had lifted from the tub to give appreciative touch, to be reeled back for fear of wetting your clothes.

when he felt your fingers cease, and the warmth of you rinsing his hair with the fresh water you heated, he thanked you. albeit, prematurely.

"lie still," you answered, "i have to wash again."

you felt a deeper level of tension release in his neck, then, and lovingly resumed your labors of affection.

when you had given his second rinse, you collected your tools for him to dry and dress in privacy.

the meantime you spent seeing that he would have something warm in his belly before he settled in for the rest that he'd returned for. having already eaten, yourself, you retired a short while before him, wanting your futon warmed for him to drift off in.

but when you felt his body next to yours, another tightened air of tension was around him. he hadn't laid next to you, only sat, and with evident confliction strangling his energy. so you sat up, reaching out for him and being slightly horrified when he leaned over your lap, resting his head at your chest for you to cradle. of course, you did, nuzzling your cheek to his forehead, kissing there when his arms loosely wrapped around you.

he called your name just as the blanket of silence settled, voice cool and slightly quieted. it continued for a stretch even after you hummed your acknowledgement, but you awaited his answer, knowing he'd heard you... knowing how vehemently he fought with his thoughts before daring to voice them. at a constant rate. even to you.

"...am i ...good?"

you were stunned. more confused, but so strongly as to correctly be named stunned or even shocked. giyuu should have known how a question so broad as that would throw anyone. but you kept your nails gently scratching at his clean scalp, remained cradling him as you searched inwardly for what he possibly could have meant by this. you had already spoken on his prowess as a slayer--and even if you had not, giyuu would never have sought validation over a topic so shunned by him as his skill or position in the Slayer Corps. so had he meant as a lover? or merely to you? had you given him reason to doubt that he was, or was this his own outlook of self that needed reassurance? had he taken barb from kochou more deeply than usual? the possibilities were starting to heat up in your stomach, worry building with anxiety over his mental well being.

"of course." you said, and you admonished yourself. it shouldn't have taken you as long as it did to realize the answer would be the same, regardless of his reasons for asking.

he didn't fight against your response, but you felt him shift in your arms, making you tense-- nearly freeze out of worry. but he turned to face you with a timid air. those deep, shadowy pools that were his gaze now sought something, earnestly, in yours.

"will you say that i'm good..?"

the hand not tasked with cradling him moves to his cheek, and to your surprise, you find it hot to the touch. even with the paleness of his skin practically glowing under the moonlight as it were, the darkness of the room had hidden his blush from you. his meaning had escaped you until then, but you slowly felt some dawning of understanding.

"you're good, giyuu," you pet his thick, inky hair from his forehead, your actions slow and loving as you hummed more affirmations between each loving touch, "you are good to tanjirou," pet, "you are good to the other pillars," pet, "you are very good to me."

his gaze widened at the last of these, his breathing deeper, suddenly charged with an emotion that you couldn't place. his fingers curled around your wrist so he could bring down your hand. your lover's touch was barely there, and he kept yours in much the same manner, so that your fingers only barely grazed his face. he didn't speak it, but you knew he wanted to hear more. not of tanjirou, or anything regarding demons. just your approval of him.

"you are, giyuu. i couldn't ask for anyone to be better to me."

his eyes sank closed, lids sealed tightly enough for you to see the strain behind them. for a moment you could only assume he was holding back tears. but a broken, voiceless breath came instead, shakily leaving him before he nuzzled into your chest.

you bit back a gasp. his nose had brushed your nipple underneath your yukata, rendering it sensitive and prickling into formation. you counted it as accidental, but the more he buried his face into you, the more obvious it became that he had meant to touch. right there. to caress his face against your breast. and had been fighting the urge to before he finally had.

you released a rattling sigh that nearly matched his, just in time for him to ask, more airily than before, "you're honest that i am..? you believe i am..?"

you paused, feeling your heart thump as you looked into a cherubic expression you had never seen on giyuu's face before. "do you want me to call you good, dumpling..?"

the emotion was clear behind his oceanic stare now. need. pent up, kinetic, critical need. he was rife with it, about to combust, so much so that it had come to this. even his voice gained the faintest trace of pleading behind it. he released your hand, and his finger hooked into the edge of your robing, slipping down and back up "yes."

"you are, giyuu," you began to coo, and his breathing grew in its trembling even more, "... such a good boy."

a small noise-- one he fought like hell to keep in-- broke from his lips, and his touch flew into its own will, heaved your clothing away,

pushing your breast out and into view. with the most desirous and deprived look to your eyes, giyuu cupped the soft mound of it, in

love with the contrast of your sunkissed, richly brown skin to his pearly complexion, lifting it into his mouth and suckling tenderly with a moan of relief.

you were given a whimper when your gasp met his ears. giyuu's tongue laved your nipple so wetly you could feel your arousal awaken, thick drops of your slick swelling from your pussy from how he mouthed at you.

"i'm a..." his voice broke, "a good... ...?" he couldn't bring himself to the last word, too bound by embarrassment or shame, sounding weak and so needy that you bit hard against a moan... though the husk in your voice openly betrayed it.

"yes, dumpling. you're a good boy," you answered, "you're my good boy." this desire of his was new to you, and you dove head first into providing it as thoroughly to him as you could, taken by surprise at how naturally it came, "my poor giyuu... i don't tell that to my sweet boy enough, do i..? i am so mean to my little baby."

the next instant, you felt his icy fingers along your tummy, trailing a line across your body until he could cup your opposite breast, and squeeze it like the eager babe he had become in your lap. "n-mm..." he cooed, voice still weaker than you'd ever heard it, and muffled with the cup of your tit filling his mouth, "you aren't. you aren't mean... i didn't ask you before... you would never be mean to me... i'm sorry..."

"don't be sorry, sweetheart..." you brushed a knuckle at the shell of his ear, and he shuddered, moaning around your nipple between wet pops and kisses. his stimulation was making you dizzy from how good it felt, and you saw fit to let your hand trail to his chest, lowering it slowly as you tried not to lose your mind from how sensitive he was making yours. "...i want to be good to you, too," you squirmed when his tastebuds flattened a stripe up your nipple, letting out a gasp that made him peep out another blissful noise. "is it okay if i do, giyuu..?"

the reduced state he was in was doing more and more to inflame your want to please him the more that you saw. never would you have thought this to be possible for the water hashira, and never would you have realized how strongly your desire would be ignited from it. the soft wrinkle that drew his brow together as he nodded, still latched to you like a babe, made your loins surge in flame.

it was the smallest of touches, just where you saw the tenting in his robes. your hand brushed at its peak like a shadow crosses a plain. but he whined a sound so lewd to your ears that your inner thighs suddenly grew damp.

you watched as the fabric covering his cock began to grow a moist spot as well, wetting your lips before he captured your attention again, whispering your name like it was a fading dream.

the expression he looked at you with was steeped in every endearment he couldn't word, his eyes curved in helpless bliss--their aeygo sal making him look even more lustfully smitten, cheeks flushed with a dusted pink, his pink lips parted and wet. he hoisted the mound of your breast in the valley of his thumb and forefinger, looking you directly in the eyes as he passed one searing lick up your beautifully brown areola and nipple... then another... the torturous pattern being broken with tender kisses and drawn out suckles that littered you in chills.

the darkened spot in his yukata grew, and you plunged your hand into the slit with no grace to be seen. the cry he let out, breaking away from your nipple to watch where you stroked him with timid fervor, made you forget your own embarrassment for acting so rashly. it was nothing compared to how hot he was making you now.

the second you tightened your grip, his eyes screwed shut; giyuu let out a built up moan that broke through his bitten lips. and he latched on to your breast again, hollowing his cheeks with how eagerly he suckled at you now. "mnn hahhhh kimochii... aaaahhhh..." his breathy moaning came out in whines, making your mouth water as you brushed your thumb over the leaking slit of his cock. his teeth scraped at your skin then, and you let out your own cry from the sensation as you overloaded all of his carnal senses.

the more you went, twisting your hand, making obscenely wet and squelching sounds from stroking his dick, the more lascivious he grew with his tongue: winding tight swirls around your sensitive skin, flicking it across your beaded nipple in speeds you didn't know were possible. when he opened his mouth, purposely showing you the movement of the tip of his sinful muscle, your reaction turned him on so desperately that he lifted himself to your full, sweet lips. his sounds of pleasure painted over your mouth, followed by the warmth of his tongue behind it, tasting all around and breaking away wet and sloppily.

"giyuu..." you pleaded, feeling yourself blush with how your voice shook along with the frantic rhythm of your wrist, "i want to do this more... please let me," you whispered and his eyes began to roll to the back of his head, "...let me do this more for my perfect boy..."

he could only moan back in stimulated sobs, "onegaishimasu..." making you squirm with your own burning need. you ignored it, as strong as it was, as deeply as it gnawed in your vacant cunt. you'd devoted this night to him and to him only the moment he had walked through the door.

when he could no longer concentrate even enough to keep his lips around your breast, making a mess of his slurring moans and pleadings of his love for you-- all drooled over your skin, he finally called out his impending orgasm.

you brought it crashing over him, and drew it out as long as you could, watching the man release warm ribbons of white that covered your forearm and thighs. the sounds he made were the loudest you'd ever heard from him, sobbed out and sexy enough to make you ache from being left empty of his cock. but his panting, the strength with which he clung to you, the weak whimpers he breathed into your skin, outweighed everything you could think of on earth.

"i love you, too, giyuu."