Tanjiro x Reader <3

Just Friends, Right? Part II

THIS IS THE SECOND PART BC I WAS GETTING TOO CRAZY AND THE STORY ENDED UP WAYYYYY TOO LONG SO HERE'S THE REST ENJOY TEEHEE 😋😋🫶 and watch out for a little special something I got planned 🤭🤭 it should be coming out soon 😈😏

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His wine red eyes found yours when he wearily opened them. A dark desire pooled in the depths.

"Mmm Y/n..." He barely breathed. His large hand took your much smaller one and brought it to his lips. Your eyes widened at the action, especially when he took two of your fingers into his mouth. A cold shiver went up your spine at the sensation. His hot tongue wrapped around the tips and slid against the underside, his teeth lightly grazed the base. A heated blush dusted your cheeks.

There was something so erotic in the way he worked, his glazed over eyes never leaving yours even when he moved down to lap at your palm, leaving slippery saliva all over your hand. It wasn't until he took his mouth away with a filthy airy exhale that he adjusted his position, lifting his hips to shove off his clothes and finally allow his aching cock free. You hadn't even realized how your weight settled on him when you sat back and admired, it must have taken some hefty restraint not to be affected. But, it was still apparent in how hard he was.

He guided your hand down to wrap around the base before letting go.

"I want you to touch me..."

     His words came low and slightly mousy. But there was no timidness in his request as he vocalized his wants. He had propped himself up on his forearms, his body flexing as he rose. You drew your eyes up his torso and chest before finally meeting his. He looked at you curiously, head tilted to one side, as he waited for you to act. Slowly, you began stroking him.

He sighed and allowed his eyes to flutter closed. Your warm hand encompassing him from the tip to the bottom left him nearly close to passing out. You worked wonderfully sedate, really deliberate in slipping him between your hand and twisting your wrist to add extra friction.

By his own heavy breathing and huffed moans, it was transparent how good you were making him feel. Tentatively, you sped up.

"O-oh god, just like that..."

His words had a certain edge of desperation that had you shifting with the heat burning inside you. You swallowed when his head fell back, exposing his smooth neck that was just begging to be bit. He ran a calloused hand through his hair; small strands brushing his fluttering eyelashes when his eyes drooped.

   "Oh you're doing so good..." His voice fell into a sultry moan, almost bridging on a quiet whimper. They were sounds you never expected to hear from your dear friend, raising goosebumps like you shouldn't be allowed to hear him. Every gasp and struggling huff almost sounded like he was in pain, but the edge of his voice sang a continuous titillating melody when time his rosy lips parted and his chest faltered with the effort.

Right now, he was currently disregarding the world. His sense became mute, only focusing on your soft hand sliding over his pent cock. Oh how he dreamed of you touching him like this; spent one too many nights longing for the brush of your hand squeezing his cock to toy with the tip— of which you completed now. The same hands that grazed his in passing, held the hilt of your sword in expertise, and would always find some way to keep their place on his body, were now the sole source of his building climax.