Inotan / Tanino Oneshots

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Ok, Humiliation and Feet were the fetishes chosen.... This will be interesting to write. I also added a size difference for the hell of it. (I'm sorry in advance)

No one's POV owo

Tanjiro takes a seat next to Inosuke in the booth, across from Zenitsu and Nezuko who are engaged in a boring conversation. Inosuke rolls his eyes and looks out of the window before beginning to tap his foot on the floor. 

The restaurant they're visiting for lunch is a bit crowded, too loud for their likings.

After a while, a waitress comes over, seeming to be oddly distracted by his redheaded friend. Inosuke scoffs, annoyed by her obvious infatuation. 

"What drinks can I get you four today?" she says, insinuating that she's speaking to the entire group, but only looking at Tanjiro.

The four friends give the young lady the name of the beverage of their choice.

Tanjiro seemed to have been mostly oblivious to her interest, smiling and making small talk with his raven-haired friend. Inosuke relaxes and falls into the conversation about their favorite songs. 

The waitress comes back quickly with a tray of four cups with their drinks, sliding them to each friend accordingly. This is when Tanjiro catches on, Inosuke's searing judgmental gaze on the woman reveals what he's thinking. Tanjiro looks at the woman more closely, her body language slightly more open next to Tanjiro, and her gaze focused on him.

Tanjiro smiles to himself, coming to an idea of how to let her down quickly without even having to say anything.

The redhead's hand slowly creeps from his own lap onto Inosuke's right thigh, pushing on the plush muscle. Inosuke's eyes immediately rip from the waitress to his friend, questioning him with blatant curiousity and confusion. Tanjiro's hand slowly turns and pulls in Inosuke's thigh, hooking the inside, spreading Inosuke's thighs ever so slightly.

Inosuke's face heats up, his hand instinctively reaches to remove the hand but gets interrupted by Nezuko's concerned voice.

"Inosuke, your face is really red are you okay?" she asks. This was the moment his blond friend looks up from his phone to stare at Inosuke.

"Yeah your face is really red, do you need to go to the bathroom or something?" Zenitsu questions slowly. Inosuke opens his mouth to protest their accusations, but immediately clamps itself shut as Tanjiro squeezes his thigh, massaging it pleasurably.

Inosuke whimpers slightly, but tries to collect himself.

The waitress sees the action and immediately rolls her eyes after taking their orders. She walks away, interest completely vanishing. Tanjiro smiles, his mission has been accomplished, however, he's now become more interested in another mission.

"No, I'm fine." Inosuke bites out. Tanjiro rubs the area that Inosuke is most sensitive and Inosuke hisses through his teeth, conflicted on whether to stop the action or not.

"Ok, just wondering. .," Nezuko mutters, still concerned. Zenitsu however, is not convinced at all, picking up on the tone of his resistance and the hiss.

"Are you sure? You just hissed like you're in pain." the blond states.

"I said I'm fine!" Inosuke blurted loudly, ears glowing red.

Tanjiro smirks behind his risen drink, taking a sip before playing with the zipper on Inosuke's jeans. Inosuke's fists tighten, trying to distract himself from the advancements. Tanjiro suddenly undoes the button on the denim.

Inosuke bats his eyelashes, looking away. Tanjiro's fingers run along the red fabric of Inosuke's boxers, prying his jeans away from the inside. Inosuke bites his lip harshly, sucking air in noisily.