Anime One-shots

~A Slight Problem~ (🍋)

Tanjiro lets out another hum like he's considering it, and there's hope that begins to rise inside you that he might actually give it to you—

 "I think," He grazes his teeth over your ear, "you can last a little longer like this, don't you?"

You feel heat burst in your chest; the subtle controlling tone from him does things to you and it's not fair. 

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The thing is—

You honestly enjoy those moments where everything is quiet.

It's just you and Tanjiro—lying in either a bed or his couch—

And you get to be in his arms—sometimes he finds himself cuddled in yours—and it's comforting.

You feel safe. Warm.

There's nowhere else you rather be than here—letting him hug you from behind, with your back pressed against his chest.

You enjoy listening to his soft breathing near your ear—how it sends a slight shiver down your spine with every fan of his warm breath tickling your ear.

How you can feel his chest rise and fall ever so delicately against your body.

That his one arm that's draped over your waist feels so grounding in a way—

You love cuddling with him—and that includes taking naps with him as well.

It's something that was supposed to happen—you were trying to sleep—except...

You bite onto your lower lip to suppress a whimper from escaping your mouth when you feel his leg move.

...You didn't get the chance to fall asleep as he did.

Not when he has one leg bent and resting between your legs.

Not when, every time he moves, his knee accidentally brushes against your panties.

And it's made all the worse by the fact that you're only wearing one of his shirts and underwear—meaning the only barrier between his knee and your cunt is an extremely thin piece of fabric.

And god—it's been having such a major impact on you for a while now.

Your stomach gets ignited with heat every time you feel him press against you—and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

It's torture because you can't do anything about it—not unless you want to wake him up but—

But he's been working so hard lately—he deserves the nap.

Your needs—no matter how strong they might be right now—can wait.

You huff out a small breath, steeling your nerves to calm yourself down.

Just give it some time—a few deep breaths—and your body will relax.

But—

It's so fucking hard when his leg is right there, and all you need to do is faintly move your hips to get some more stimulation.

It feels too good, even if your movement is small, careful, and slow—it sends electricity up your nerves with every tiny roll of your hips, causing your breath to hitch every so often—

Wait.

Stop.

No.

You shouldn't be doing this now.