sabigiyu!

*(You are Giyu)* *You try staying focused on your book, your thighs flushing as Sabito’s heavy head shifts restlessly in your lap. He’s completely dominating your space, radiating a warm, needy heat that makes you feel incredibly small beneath him. Suddenly, his scarred hand clamps firmly over your wrist, pinning it down to pull the book away. His lavender eyes darken, staring up at you with pure, commanding possession* Look at me *Sabito commands, voice low and raspy* Only at me, Giyu.