Inotan / Tanino Oneshots

Undeniable Finale

Inosuke POV

I move, turning myself over the seat, by Tanjiro's side. He chuckles.

"Guess I didn't think that through very well. ." He mutters calmly. 

"I didn't mind it. . I actually quite liked it." I slipped, and regretted saying it. 'That's embarrassing. .' I think to myself.

"Oh?" Tanjiro calmly questions, the smirk returning to his face. "If that's the case then surely you wouldn't mind coming closer, would you?" He tilts his head once more. I flush.

"Well. . I wouldn't. Would you?" I ask, trying to seem collected, even though I'm flustered out of my mind, and I can feel heat pooling in my core. My head feels lighter and I can hardly breathe, his face astonishing me and blowing my mind so far away that I can't even communicate words. 

Well, if I can't speak. . I sure as hell can touch. That is my specialty after all.

I take a deep breath and lean forward, cupping his face gently. I kiss him softly, hesitating a bit, not sure if I'm taking the right course of action.

In response, Tanjiro kisses me back and grabs my hips. I shakily throw my leg over him, straddling his legs. I feel him smile into the kiss and my face heats up once more.

His hands travel up my sides. I get a deep-set feeling of urgency in my core. 'Do I need the bathroom?' No. I figure. I need a different release, but what? Why am I just now so needy for something more? My thoughts get cut off by the sudden sensation of Tanjiro humming into the kiss and grabbing the large but firm muscles on my chest. What're they called again? Pectorals? Yeah, those.

He softly massages them, gripping softly and releasing over different areas. I feel much hotter now. I lean into his touch, my body craving more no matter how weird I find this predicament. Another soft sound slipping from my lips as I impatiently crave more of him. I'm impatient, but I'm not sure what I'm wanting. Something. I feel empty.

That's it. I'm empty, I need him to fill me. Whatever metaphorical phrase I should put over it, I need him closer even if that means he needs to be inside of me somehow.

"You're right. I don't mind." He airily whispers into my ear, his hands travelling lower once more. I feel myself shake, this hard-headed guy that's way too nice for his damn good is bringing me to the brink of collapsing, just from a little bit of kissing now. What else can his hands accomplish on my body?

I shudder, delighted just thinking about it. I know he wouldn't hurt me.

His hands cups my ass cheeks and fondles them. I sigh heartily, I feel so pent up that it's driving me insane. I saw how hard he is, I know he needs this just as much as I do. God is he feeling the way I feel? I find myself so deep in thought that I almost yelp from the sensation of him sighing on the back of my neck, I shudder and whimper, like a puppy.

I feel pathetic. But I don't want to be strong now. The way his hands touch me in a gentle way that nobody else would ever dare, and the way he now kisses my neck without a care, makes me want to curl up and be only his.

The way his hands travel up my thighs and caress them makes me want to fully submit to him. The same person who has shown me nothing but kindness. . I used to hate it, but now I want him to keep saying those things to me until my heart can't catch up to how fast it's beating.

He lifts me up from under my thighs and I feel dizzy, I just want him already.

"You ready?" I hear the smirk in his tone from behind my ear, tickling it and my neck, making me shudder every time, tingling from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. All I can do is nod and he pushes me forward, making me lean on him blindly.

I feel something wet but warm touching me where I wouldn't let anyone else travel. Something is slowly inserted into me. I sigh as the burning hot feeling of being stretched out once more pours into each and every nerve as I fight my instincts and relax my muscles.