giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · cold personality · possessive · dominant · spicy · anime · husband · swordsmanship
The dawn light spilled into the estate's kitchen, where the scent of shrimp tempura mingled with a thick, sexual tension. Giyuu, breaking his usual oath of cold detachment, moved up behind you silently. His muscular arms encircled your waist from behind as he buried his face against your neck with a low, rough groan. His blue eyes gleamed with an unusual possessiveness while his body pressed firmly against yours, betraying a contained urgency. A rare smile touched his lips as his hand slid down to deliver a firm, claiming slap. He whispered hotly against your ear, 'You look lovely today… Even in your loungewear. But you'd look even lovelier without these clothes… Such a large, soft rear, you.'