tamaki lets out a shaky whimper as his mouth collides with yours, his body pushes against yours, leaving no room for air. one of his hands grips yours hips as the other one cradles the side of your face.
he kissed you like he was starving, his lips mouth desperately against yours with his tongue exploring the wetness of your mouth—seeking more of you. still kissing you—within quick movements, he sits you up and finds comfortability straddling your lap. his hips jerked forward against you, pressing his growing arousal against you, fingers fumbling with your tank straps on your shoulders.
kissing more messy, and less coordinated—his hot tongue sliding with yours, with the mix of shallow breaths. another broken whimper vibrates against your mouth as you tugged on his hair, “f-fuck—please—don’t stop—” he whined with a cracked voice, hips rolling against you in helpless thrust.
as his head fell to your shoulders, your lips moved along his neck, leaving hot, wet kisses behind—with every kiss, the noises only grew louder. continuing to work on his neck, he guides your hand down to his achingly hard cock, leaking out pre-cum out of his cargo pants.
“please-” he whined with his voice cracking mid-sentence, “i-i’ll be good—so good.” he inhaled sharply at the sudden lack of pressure on him as you pull his pants down, exposing him just enough for his dick to spring out.
smearing his pre-cum down his length, you begin torturing his sensitive, swollen tip—his body immediately reacting to you swirling around your thumb around. a strangled cry ripped from his throat as his hips bucked into your hand wildly—his hands flew to your wrist, thinking that would stop you. “ah—! n-no—haah!—” tears already forming in the corner of his eyes as his chest heaved, “i-i can’t—please!”
the poor boy's legs trembled violently, a choked sob escaped as he continued to rut into your hand, his hands still gripped presently on your wrist. “i’m—i’m gonna—” he warned, his words came out in a broken whimper with his face buried into your neck. a keening cry tore from him as he spilled all over your fingers, his body pulsating in your grip as he went into the aftershocks.
when he finally stilled, he was a boneless, gasping mess—forehead pressed to your shoulder with tears streaming down his cheeks. “i-im.. hic!.. s-sorry.”
you frowned at your fingers, disappointed that he came so fast, “i.. i can keep g-going.” he cried out a strangled gasp as you started playing with his tip again, “o-oh god, please—please..” he panted, his voice high and breathy—still clinging onto you desperately as he rocked his hips into your touch.
just like moments before, his body trembled violently, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as your fingers continued to bully him. “hic!—p-please..”
a broken sob filled your ear as he came into your hand again—you frown again as he slumped against you with his boneless body, “again, seriously?” a whine slipped out as he noticed your disappointment, “i-i know, i know i’m sorry .. it's too much.” to make it up to you, he released his shaky hands from your wrist, pulling your hand up to his mouth—began licking your fingers clean from his seed with needy little sounds.
the second your fingers were cleaned, he placed your thumb back on his tip, “i c-can take it this time, i promise.” another cry crawled out as he guided your thumb against him, he shook in overstimulation, his lips slipping out, begs and pleas. “haah—hngh—ah.. i-i can take it.”
tamaki's entire body jolts violently as your fingers wrap around his entire length, a high-pitched whine tearing from his throat. His hips stutter in tiny, desperate circles against your palm, his body oversensitivity. squeezing his eyes shut—so sensitive that it hurts.
his back arched off the couch as you started picking up the pace, “nnngh—t-too much—!” he sobs with tears continuing to fall down his face. pulling him down back to your shoulder, you whispered, “that’s a good boy, take it.” his body jolts at your comment, making him more desperate, “f-fuck! fuck! d-don’t talk like that..!” with his voice cracking into a scream, his legs shaking, and his toes curling at the couch cushions.
spilling his hot white all over your fingers again, his mouth hung open, mouthing meaningless apologies.
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Hi, could you write something about Tamaki being touch-starved or very sensitive?
Touch Me ⭑.ᐟ
╰┈➤ with Tamaki Amajiki
rating: NSFW (like always lol)
₊⊹ CW:
₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18
₊⊹ A/N: why not touch starved and sensitive?
Tamaki was a mess.
His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his body trembling as he tried—and failed—to stifle the soft, desperate whimpers spilling from his lips. His fingers clutched at your shirt like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, and his breath hitched every time your fingertips traced delicate patterns across his skin.
“Amajiki,” you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement as you tilted his chin up to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread down his neck. His lips quivered, and you swore you could see the slightest glisten of tears clinging to his lashes.
“P-Please…” His voice was barely above a whisper, and his body pressed closer—desperate, needy.
“Please, what?” Your tone was playful, but your fingers were anything but gentle as they ghosted over the waistband of his pants.
“I… I don’t…” His breath caught as your touch dipped just a little lower, fingers grazing over the growing heat between his legs. “Ah—!”
“Oh…” You smirked, eyes flickering down to where his body betrayed him. “You’re already hard, Tamaki?”
“Nngh—!” His whole body jolted, and he buried his face in your shoulder again, trying so desperately to hide the embarrassment written all over his face. “I-I’m sorry…”
“Sorry?” You clicked your tongue, dragging your fingers along the length of his clothed bulge, just enough to make him shiver. “What are you apologizing for, baby? You can’t help how much you like it when I touch you.”
“I-It’s… too much…” His voice was muffled, but you could feel how he was trembling—his body betraying just how good it felt. His hips bucked ever so slightly into your hand, instinct taking over despite how overwhelmed he was.
“Too much?” You tilted your head, pretending to think for a moment as you brushed your lips against his ear. “But Amajiki…” Your palm pressed down just a little harder, and the broken whimper that escaped his lips went straight to your core. “You’re so hard for me. Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.”
His head shook against your shoulder, but the way his body leaned into your touch told a different story.
“I… I don’t—”
“Shhh…” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, feeling the way his pulse fluttered beneath your lips. “It’s okay, baby. Let me take care of you.”
You rubbed him through his pants, moving agonizingly slow, and the way he whined had you melting. His hips jerked up, chasing your touch without even realizing it, and the sheer desperation in his movements sent a wave of heat pooling between your legs.
“Such a needy boy,” you purred, eyes dark with satisfaction as you watched him unravel in your hands. “Look at you… already falling apart and I’ve barely touched you.”
“Ahh—!” Tamaki gasped, his body trembling as your hand gripped him just a little tighter through the fabric. His knees pressed together, trying to control the way his body was responding, but it was no use. He was already too far gone.
“Does it feel good when I touch you like this, Amajiki?” Your voice was sweet, but the teasing lilt in your tone had his cheeks burning even hotter.
“Y-Yes…!” His voice cracked, and his hands clutched at your sides as if he was trying to hold on for dear life.
“Good boy.” You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate stroke over his clothed length, and the way he whimpered made your heart pound.
“Y-You’re… teasing me…” His voice was barely a breath, and his body shook with the effort of holding himself back.
“Of course I am.” You chuckled softly, kissing his jaw as your hand slowed just enough to make him whine again. “You’re just so cute when you’re like this. I can’t help myself.”
Tamaki’s breathing grew uneven, and you could feel how close he was already—his body wound so tight, so desperate for more.
“Do you want me to stop?” you asked softly, but the wicked glint in your eyes told him you already knew the answer.
“N-No… p-please…” His voice was barely above a whimper, his body betraying how badly he wanted you. “D-Don’t stop…”
“Hmm…” You leaned in, lips brushing against his as your hand moved just a little faster, just a little firmer. “Say it properly, Tamaki. I want to hear you beg.”
“I—” His voice hitched, and you felt his body tense as you applied just the right amount of pressure. “P-Please… please don’t stop…”
“Good boy.” You kissed him, swallowing his soft, desperate moan as your hand continued to tease him, leaving him trembling and utterly at your mercy.
“Ahhh—! I-I can’t— I’m gonna—”
“Shh…” You kissed him again, cutting off his cries as your touch slowed just enough to draw it out—to make him feel everything.
“Let go for me, Amajiki.”
And with one final stroke, his body tensed, his whimpering cries muffled against your lips as he finally fell apart.
Tamaki was completely wrecked, his body trembling as he clung to you, face buried in your neck as his breathing slowly steadied.
“Good boy,” you murmured, stroking his hair gently as he melted into your embrace.
“Y-You’re… so mean…” he mumbled, but the way he snuggled closer told you he didn’t mean it.
“Maybe…” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “But you love it.
And judging by the way his body was already responding again… he definitely did.
Thinking about Tamaki, who's so shy, so quiet and anxious, expecially when he's needy.
You tell him he needs to start using his words whenever he wants you. He'll stutter out a cute 'please touch me...', but that's not enough. How are you supposed to know where Tamaki wants you to touch?
'My... my cock,' he mumbles after much coaxing. Isn't he cute?
But even as you begin to lightly stroke Tamaki's weeping cock up and down, what do you mean it's not enough? You have to use your words if you want me to understand, yeah?
Harder? Of course love, if that's what you want. Oh, and you want me to give the tip some attention? Well since you asked so nicely!
But sometimes you're feeling particularly sadistic, even when Tamaki is being such a good boy.
As he comes all over your hand, you shake your head. Oh darling, you were doing so well for me.... But you need to tell me when you're about to come, you know?
Maybe a few more rounds will really help the message sink into him.
Thinking about Tamaki, who's so shy, so quiet and anxious, expecially when he's needy.
You tell him he needs to start using his words whenever he wants you. He'll stutter out a cute 'please touch me...', but that's not enough. How are you supposed to know where Tamaki wants you to touch?
'My... my cock,' he mumbles after much coaxing. Isn't he cute?
But even as you begin to lightly stroke Tamaki's weeping cock up and down, what do you mean it's not enough? You have to use your words if you want me to understand, yeah?
Harder? Of course love, if that's what you want. Oh, and you want me to give the tip some attention? Well since you asked so nicely!
But sometimes you're feeling particularly sadistic, even when Tamaki is being such a good boy.
As he comes all over your hand, you shake your head. Oh darling, you were doing so well for me.... But you need to tell me when you're about to come, you know?
Maybe a few more rounds will really help the message sink into him.
imagine amajiki being into his hair being pulled. what started out as a way to get his attention if he was distracted turned into a full on kink as whenever you two were having sex, he begged to have his hair pulled. amajiki’s eyes were overflowing with tears, he let out breathless moans every time you bottomed out, your pace unforgiving and quick. “a-ah— you feel so hot, please don’t- hah, stop! fuck me harder!” amajiki swore he saw stars when you firmly grabbed onto his indigo locks and yanked them to make him look at you, “you’ll take what i give you. you’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you tama?” you whispered into his pointed ear, your warm breath against his ear made his hips stutter up against your rough riding. you were an addiction that amajiki never wanted to give up, his back arched when he felt his climax coming close. “uuh! i-i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum, please let me come! pleaseplease—”
“go ahead, my good boy.”
amajiki’s toes curled as he tipped his head back with a load moan, his cock twitches and pumps rope after rope of thick cum inside you. while he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm, he rambles “i love you’s” under his breath. amajiki let out a surprised gasp when he felt your hips grind against his cock again, making him harden instantly and his brain turn into mush. “i still haven’t cum yet, baby. you’ll be a good toy for me, won’t you?” you smirked at his dumb expression, oh how he loves being used by you.
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♡﹒"make me behave like an animal !! " ~ tamaki amajiki
┆︎ ☆ synopsis: tamaki was never really known for confidence, so his love life was barren compared to all the other big shot heroes. so when you come along, he's addicted.
₊˚๑ warnings: virgin fetish, smut, sub!tamaki, overstimulation, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, dom!reader, afab reader, reader is wearing a skirt, praise fetish, oral (m receiving), consent is sexy. cum swallowing, a whole lot basically
a/n: pls request sum stuff!! i looveee to write for y'all >;3
tamaki is dressed up in a suit that is tailored perfectly to him, showing off the toned body he's spent years creating. he doesn't feel good though, as he just left the bi-annual ranking ceremony of the top heroes. those things always make him anxious. reporters sticking microphones in his face, expectations placed upon him... even thinking back to what he said makes him want to curl up into a ball.
now, he's sitting in a little ... coffee shop? bar? he doesn't know what it actually is, but he's got privacy in his booth and that's all he needs right now.
until you walk over to him, outfitted in your waitress uniform your boss required of you to work there. the hem of the dress barely covered the plush of your thighs, and tamaki caught himself gawking for a moment before he turned away, flushed.
you stop in front of his table and flash him a smile, setting his green tea down. he nervously smiles back and thanks you, and you straighten up and saunter away, almost teasingly.
it takes him a moment to recover as drinks his tea and takes deep breaths to calm down from that, and the anxiety-inducing day he's had in general. he can’t focus on anything that happened earlier in his day though, still thinking about the pretty smile you gave him and the way your legs moved as you walked away from him.
a whole lot of murmuring to himself and semi-perverted thoughts later, he’s ready to pay and head home to rest.
it’s just you and one other co-worker on the job tonight, so you’re working the register as he pays. you hand him his cash back, along with a napkin with some writing on it.
“thank you !” he stammers out
you smirk at him and reply, “you’re welcome, suneater.”
~
a few days later, the hero is nervously fidgeting with the napkin that had your number and name written on it back at his pent house.
he had called you the day after you had given him your number, and you had been texting each other since then. you boldly initiated most, if not all, conversations between the two of you. it’s not that tamaki was dry, he was just so nervous.
yesterday, you asked him if you could come over and check out his beautiful house his hero money could afford him. he, of course, said yes excitably.
he thinks you’re perfect. you’re confident, intelligent, and hardworking. even if you aren’t working a high-end job, you still put in effort to make the best out of it. even through texts, your personality shines and your ambitions are clear. how could he possibly say no to you?
tamaki starts to get ready, putting on a button up shirt and pants that seem a little too formal for just a friend coming over to hang out, but he wants to make a good impression. he’s excited to see you.
after he’s finished tidying up his living room, his doorbell rings. he opens his door to find you, standing there in a skirt even shorter than the one that was apart of your uniform and a cute tank top that accentuates your tits.
he noticeably gapes for a moment before welcoming you inside, blushing intensely. you giggle a little at his cute mannerisms and he offers you some tea and a little tour, which you accept.
he shows you around the house, telling you the stories of all the little heirlooms he has around, and the two of you end up bonding over similar interests. you notice the way he looks away nervously when your eyes meet, and you can’t help but think he is adorable.
tamaki is just too sweet to resist.
one minute, he’s sitting you down in his living room, on the couch, offering to watch a movie or a tv show, the next, your face is a few inches from his.
“you’re really too cute, suneater.” you tell him, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“th.. thank you, i think you’re cute too, not in like a weird way but like…” he mutters out, shocked by your sudden closeness.
you cut off his stammering and embarrassment by kissing him softly, only for a few moments. you pull back from him, and even after one kiss he's left breathless.
"do you want to go further?" you ask him before you try anything else.
he quickly nods, and you know you've got him in the palm of your hand.
you kiss him again, but deeper and slowly.
tamaki starts to breathe heavily through his nose, leaning into the kiss intensely. he's sloppy and uncoordinated, practically screaming "virgin", so you had to ask.
"are you a virgin, tamaki?"
his face heated up, and even though you probably knew the answer by the look on his face, he still nodded.
"aww, sweet boy," you cooed, "don't be embarrassed, i can lead you through it."
you pushed him to lay on his back on the leather of the couch and he looked up at you with nervous doe eyes. he watched you closely as you pulled your shirt up and over your head, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
you sat on his lap and slowly rode him, your clothed cunt becoming wet with slick that was seeping onto his pants. you gave tamaki a show as your ground on him and unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side. you were left in just your skirt and underwear, and not even that for long.
tamaki's heart was pounding through his chest when you put your hand on his shoulder to encourage to sit up and put his face into your tits.
"they're for you, baby" you reassured him.
experimentally, he put his mouth around one of your nipples and put his hand on your free breast, toying with it. he moaned softly when you put your hand in his hair.
you let him have his fun for a few moments before pulling back and assisting him with removing his shirt. he already looked flushed out.
"too much?" you asked, patting him softly.
"n-no, i'm okay."
"okay, pretty boy."
you continued and helped him remove his pants. hooking a finger in the waistband of his boxers and pulling, his cock sprung out, leaking with pre.
"you have such a cute cock, tama." you preened
he smiled softly and thanked you.
tamaki was sitting up, while you were in between his legs as you began to give little kisses to the tip of his dick. he made small whimpering noises.
you licked a long stripe from the base all the way up to the head, and he gasped. you started to play with his balls softly in one hand while jerking him off with the other hand. your hand paid attention to the base as you used your mouth to suck on the tip.
"ha, hah~" he moaned out.
taking his moans of satisfaction as motivation, you began to pick up the pace. he started to get louder and louder and you knew he was going to cum soon.
he called out your name and said, "i-i'm gonna-"
"cum for me baby, c'mon, don't be shy"
with a throaty moan, he came, and you stuck out your tongue to catch every drop and swallowed it, looking into his eyes to tease him further. he shyly covered his face with his hand in attempt to avert his eyes, but you stopped him and put his arm back by his thigh.
"don't hide sweetheart~" you cooed
"y-you look so pretty, i can't handle it."
"you can do it for me, cutie pie."
you took off your remaining clothes and climbed onto his lap, your pussy sitting atop his cock.
"are you ready, baby?" you asked
"yes, i-i am."
you sat up on your knees, slowly pushing yourself down on his cock as it pushed you open. tamaki was whimpering slightly, feeling overstimulated already.
you moaned in comfort once he was fully in, and he smiled knowing he made you feel good.
you began to slowly bounce up and down, and tamaki had no problems with the pace, as it felt more sensual to him and better for his first time.
"you're doing so good" you told him as you brushed back some of his hair. the two of you were chest to chest, and he nuzzled into your neck to stifle whimpers.
you sped up your pace, and he was quickly becoming unable to handle the way your pussy clenched at him and hugged his cock.
tamaki groaned out, and suddenly you felt his warm cum being pushed into your cervix. his eyes got heavy and his breathing was slowing.
“you did such a good job cumming for me, sweet boy,” you praised, “but i haven’t finished yet. be a good boy and help me feel good, okay?”
his eyes were brimming with tears from the overstimulation, as you hadn’t stopped riding him. he nodded and said, “i’ll be g-good for you!”
you smiled at him, slowly getting off him. you turned around and bent yourself over and arched your back, presenting your wet pussy to him.
for a few moments, he was mesmerized. he sat up and took his finger to your slit, playing with it and massaging your clit. you praised him with your moans and “good boy, tamaki”s.
he lined up with your cunt and pushed in, relishing in the way you squeezed him. he started out very slow.
“c’mon baby, harder for me.” you asked
tamaki whispered out, “i-i don’t know if i can take it…”
“i know you can, for me.”
he sped up his pace, quickly moving to please you. his normally quiet apartment was filled with the noise of his skin colliding with yours.
tamaki whined, his recently virgin cock overstimulated by the pure feeling of the way your pussy clenched on him and pulled him in.
you heard sniffles behind you and craned your head around to see tamaki pouring silent tears.
noticing your concern, he managed out, "feels s' good!"
you smiled wide at him, "you're so pretty when you cry, tama."
the sight of tamaki sent you over the edge, and you climaxed on his dick and moaned out. he fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and then pulled out slowly and gently.
you turned around and nearly collapsed on him, pushing him to lay back down on his couch, arm hooked around you. you both laid there, breathing deep, for a moment.
"how was your first time?" you asked, placing your hand on his chest and gliding your fingers on his skin.
"it was amazing, and i had it with the perfect person."
~
i had the most unhinged thought and raced to your inbox because i need this demon expelled from my body asap. hawks coming home from the worst day of patrol, everything went wrong and he had to speak up at a press conference, play the part of perfect, and all he wants is to melt into your touch. you can see it in his eyes, the dark circles, and the weary tilt of his smile. "baby bird," his voice is hoarse, "need you to hurt me tonight," so he can finally unravel. you're the only one he wants to be perfect for. okay goodbyeee 💀
𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒
Pairing: Masochist! Hawks x Gn! Sadist! Reader
CW: face slapping, lots of blood, cock stepping, kicking, bruising, cock slapping, heavy degration, loss of air, mean reader, tons and tons of tears, scratching, mouth spitting, no mention of safe word but keep in mind it is there !!!
A/N: anon im sorry i totally changed ur thing, i just saw masochist hawks and sprinted. the demons wrote this, not me. dont look at me everyone. HEED THE TAGS
it was a way to blow off steam. something that he looks forward to, just some time where he doesn't have to think anymore. only feeling he has the stinging sensations and the tears that prick his eyes. it was an embaressing obsession he had. he loved pain.
Keigo walks to the bedroom, his hero costume tattered, and dark circles under his eyes. he is exhausted, but coming to you for your touch. pulling you close to him, and mumbling into your neck how bad he wants you to hurt him. till he bruises and bleeds. till every thought just disappears except for you.
and so you pull away, and slap him. it makes him tumble backward, and his yellow glasses fall off. he touches the tingling feeling on his face, blood spilling out from the skin caught on your wedding ring. you dont let up, sending another loud smack across his face, and this time he does fall to the ground, landing on his ass.
tears prick at his eyes, and he can feel his lip tear open. the taste of blood coats his mouth and he gulps, looking up at you for more.
he feels your foot jab onto his clothed cock and he keens, wincing up at you. "w-wait," he stutters, throwing his head back when your press even harder. "fuck!"
"wait? you want me to wait? after you begged for it like a dog?" he is squirming under you, tears now streaming down his face as you dig your foot into his pants.
"'m sorry. sorry—you are going to kill me!" he pleads, hands trying to dig themself into the carpet to fight back against the pain.
you sigh, and let up, instead using your foot to push at his chest, causing him to fall over and onto his back. "take off your clothes, Keigo," you mumble, taking a seat on the bed with crossed legs and staring down at him.
"okay. okay. I will. Just give me a minute!" he pants, tearing off his jacket and shirt as fast as he can. he knows something is coming, you werent playing nice.
you dont give him enough time, he reaches for his pants, and without hesitation you slam your foot into his stomach. he goes tumbling backwards and lands on his side, curling into a ball and panting. his eyes are wide and he is gripping onto his adomen. it surely will leave a huge bruise tomorrow. but thats not what he is worried about, he cant breathe.
"awww, did you get the wind knocked out of you? that's what happens when you move too slow," you tease, as you take in his appearance. he trembles in front of you, looking up at you in fear. tears drip down his cheeks and onto the ground, as he tries and fails to catch his breath.
you giggle at him, padding over to him. he flinches at the footsteps, bracing himself for another kick, but you just begin to unbutton his pants, pulling them down. "useless thing, arent you. cant follow any directions," you coo, now tearing off his boxers.
his cock springs out, tip red and leaking pre cum. "such a pervert! you sick fuck, keigo. who gets hard from getting beat?" you land another slap to his thigh, and his whole body jerks.
you smile at the red handprint, glancing back at him to see him beginning to drool. its coated red from the blood from his cheek and lip. he's is still heaving from the kick, eyes wide, and body gasping for oxygen.
"say Hawks do you get turned on when you are losing against villains? pop a boner like a freak for anyone who hits you?"
his eyes flash to you and he is shaking his head desperately. his words are breathless, "no. no. 'm not a freak!"
a quick, but harsh slap to his cock. he jumps again, globs of tears falling quicker. "fuckkkkk," he whimpers, shaking his head back and forth. his whole body shakes, and fingers dig into his own skin.
"you liar! do you want to be kicked again?"
"no no no no. im sorry. im sorry! im a freak. a pervert who likes to get hit. im sorry," he sobs, reaching for your ankle for comfort. you slap it away and he hisses, rubbing the back of it with a sniffle.
but you smile at him and lean over to sit on his chest. his head is still lolled to the side and his body racks with sobs. "shhhhhhh. so whiny Keigo. thanks for admitting it. my disgusting pervert. here, a reward."
you grab his face, hard enough to bruise, and force him to look up at you. his eyes are half shut in a wince, but he tries to force them open to look at you. you pry his mouth open, lean forward, and drop a glob of spit into his mouth.
he doesnt hesitate to swallow it, opening his mouth up again and sticking his tongue out to show you its gone. "th-thank you," he whimpers, and you smile fondly at him.
you hands trail up and down his down his body, sending vicicoius red raised scratchmarks along his pretty skin. "now, pervert....what should we do to this pretty canvas?"
he grins up at you, tears still dripping, and blood staining his cheeks and lips, but still stars in his eyes. "anything."
Tamaki waves to the camera with a demure expression on his face. He brings his legs close to his chest and shows off the thigh highs he's wearing along with his matching panties. He's also wearing a cute oversized shirt. “How do I look?” He asks, speaking softly. The chat blows up with compliments and his screen is filled with donations. He smiles cutely in response. “I'm gonna—” Tamaki jumps at the sound of the door opening.
“Tamaki..?” You pause, analyzing the situation. Your shy stepbrother is currently in the cutest outfit you've ever seen and is showing off in front of a camera. You marvel at the sight in front of you, gulping as you realize the choice you have to make. Leave or try to make a move. Tamaki notices your boner and blushes, a small smile growing on his face. You're attracted to him. He thought he was disgusting for liking you.
“Um-” Tamaki turns to the side. “Do…do you want to um…join?”
Your heart is pounding out of your chest. You nod quickly. Tamaki turns his body to face you and spreads his legs. You stare at the puffy pussy in between them, his panties can't even hide how chubby his cunt is. You lick your lips and climb onto the bed. “Can I eat you out?” You ask, practically salivating.
“Please..” Tamaki nods, voice quivering. He turns to the camera. “Ch- change of plans…My stepbro is gonna join me today.” He watches the view count rapidly increase. You pull his panties off and bury your head into his dripping wet pussy. He covers his face with his hands, his cheeks a furious red. He peeks out through a gap in his fingers and watches you go down on him. You eat his pussy like it's the last supper. “Fu- fuck-” Tamaki moans, shutting his eyes tight. “So good, [Name]–”
You tongue fuck his hole like a goddamn monster, putting all your energy into his glorious pussy. Tamaki unintentionally squeezes your head with his thighs and he’s too immersed in the pleasure to realize but you're perfectly fine with dying in between his thick thighs. You start to feel lightheaded but you keep going regardless, there isn't a better way to go out. “Oh God!” Tamaki exclaims, eyes widening when you find his g-spot. “Right there! Yes- yes-'' He gasps and rolls his eyes back. He squeezes your head tighter. He brings his hands to your head and pushes you further into his pussy, in turn revealing his extremely lewd expression. “‘M gonna come~!” He cries. You smirk, continuing your actions despite the fact that you're probably about to pass out. Tamaki twitches and you're suddenly presented with a face full of squirt.
