DouShino (continued,, it may go down again tho lol)

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SKIP THIS IF U DONT WANT TO SEE GIYUSHINO SORRYSORYY I SAW Y'ALLS COMMENTS,,, I'll MAKE UP FOR THIS I SWEAR.,,,.

ima post 2 chapters in a row k

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Shinobu POV

Giyu's lips were planted on mine, I kissed back. I thought this would make up for the fact, I liked a demon, a psychopath, a murderer... But why does it feel off? The kiss deepens, Giyu makes an unbelievably good kisser, not as good as Douma though... He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, the taste of his warm scent I'd grown used to for many years. It was no lie, I liked this man before and even now, remnants of my now vague feelings still rest deep down somewhere.

I rake my finger nails on his scalp, our kiss getting more hasty. Giyu had never done anything bad to me, but I had always done bad to him. This was supposed to make me feel better, possibly make up for Giyu, maybe make him forgive any remaining grudge he had against me. However, this doesn't feel right... It's hard to feel anything when you're kissing someone you don't like anymore.

I suck at his lips, trying to make myself feel good, but still, I felt nothing. We pull away, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. Giyu's face is flushed hard red, and there's no denying that he's a hot man. He leans in towards my neck where he places soft kisses, but careful not to suck.

"Shinobu, tell me if I should stop." he nibbles at my collarbone "Okay?".

"Yeah." I breathe.

My mind divides into two, both clashing against each other, rendering my brain a battlefield. On one side - the seemingly smarter side - it was telling me to just stop it already, this wasn't going to help, a good and sincere apology, maybe a hug will do. The other however was a whole different story, telling me to just make Giyu happy and he will forgive you and move on. But what about me? I think.

I can still say I don't want to, it's not too late, but my mouth stays shut. My clothes are open and Giyu's lips have found their way to my stomach, and I can't help but let out a quiet moan as he plants kisses near my waistline. It feels good, but the sparking heat that I feel in my skin when I'm with Douma doesn't come.

He slips his finger into the strap of my pants. I should tell him to stop now. My mouth opens but nothing comes out. His hands push my trousers off, stopping mid thigh. My core is wet, from the kisses Giyu had trailed along my body. He has on an erotic face, one I've never seen Giyu in before, his face flushed red and his brows slightly creased together.

He starts planting warm, wet kisses at the lips of my pussy, urging moans out my mouth... I can't think properly, and my brain goes into alarm, with a mix of pleasure, guilt and regret. I feel his calloused hands grips on both my thighs as he pushes his tongue against my clits. His movements only become harsher, when I try to squeeze my thighs together, only for him to push them back to the sides. The warm strokes of his tongue speed up; so as my breaths, it's almost as though he could eat me up at this rate.

"G-giyu!" I stammer, a wave of anxiety churns in my stomach, as well as a building pressure.

His eyes are clouded with lust, his wetted lips parted, he looks up from below my core, quickly his expression changes to that of worry.

"What's the matter?" His voice subtly held impatience, but nonetheless he was worried.

I squeeze my eyes shut. Let's just get this over, let's just get this over with, I idiotically chant in my head, but even deeper in my thoughts I felt so terrible for Giyu, a stronger reason why I have to make it up to him, I mentally heave a sigh. I reopen my eyes to see him repositioned, his face now hovered over mine, this time he was really worried. No I want to make him happy, not worried. I decide it would be best to just clear my thoughts, I plant a smile on my lips as my hands rubs the rather large bulge that protruded from his trousers, making his breath hitch.