tamaki can't stop cumming! masterlist
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.
