/ 𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙅𝙄𝙍𝙊 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 /

Heated Part II(SMUT⚠)

A/n: hii! This chapter is definitely rated M(mature) as it contains ✨THE RITUAL✨ *cOUgh* I mean spicy scenes per request. This IS NOT my usual content, if you are not mature, leave. Any spelling and grammar errors, please ignore

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Requested by; ste00a

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"My love, Y/n. I'm so sorry, I knew you weren't lying . . . it's just . . . the very thought of you being with someone else, it just makes me so mad. I don't mean to feel like this . . . but I'm just . . . so--"

"It's okay, Tanjiro. I am yours. Lets just talk next time, okay?"

He nods into your shoulder, inhaling deeply to take in your scent. His lips pressed against your collarbone while you melt into his hold.

He leans back but this time there is a new look in his eyes. One that you had become accustomed to being familiar with as he would never ask for you. Would never indulge in his own desire.

You were going to have to change that.

"I love you, Y/n. I am yours as well, I want you-- I-I need you." His eyes were almost as filled with shame and guilt as they were with lust and desire. Straying away from meeting your gaze as his lip trembled.

"I am yours, Tanjiro. Take me." Your breathless whisper was barely caught by his ears. His wine red irises bleeding into a more intense red. His arms still effortlessly supporting you as he held you gently against the wall.

"There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that you are the only one for me... that you love and care for me unconditionally... let me show you just how I feel."

With that his lips locked into yours, slow and passionate just as it always started. His control slowly becoming more difficult to hold as he watched you give yourself to him fully.

He had never had a doubt in his mind that you loved him and only him. But he had a tendency of having thing being taken away from him. He never would view your as unloyal, but the world around had never really been on his side. No one ever being there to love and care for him and only him. As needy or clingy as I made him sound he just wanted you. He wanted to know you wanted him as much as he.

No matter how many times you had given yourself to him fully, no matter how many times you had confessed you love for him, he always craved more. More validation, more praise and care.

The way you made him feel so possessive, it made him feel crushing guilt.

But nothing could compare to this feeling. The feeling of your soft skin, the sight of your flushed and pleasure contorted face, the taste of your lips against his, the scent of your ecstasy, and the sound, of you calling his name as all you could comprehend was him.

A sound that always drove him with pride and sent him over the edge.

And now, your lips hungrily moved against his, hands moving against his clothes to tug them off carelessly. His own working to place you down on comforter gently before finding the button of your night attire.

"Can I?" Hearing his plea for consent every time would deepen your arousal and love for him. His every action not only allowing your body to feel cherished but your emotions, soul, and well-being.