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"Due to villainous activity in the Kansai region, a blizzard warning is in effect? What the hell?" You'd muttered the rest of the news alert to yourself, so Tamaki had only been able to catch bits and pieces. The villain had been apprehended further north, but not before seriously altering the weather with his Quirk. "Snowfall is expected to reach Esuha City in the early evening. Oh, my god, Tamaki. When does your patrol end?" Your eyes were wide with worry. 

"I only have a couple more hours of my shift left. I should be home before the snow starts."

You sagged against his shoulder, a small sigh leaving you. "Oh, ok. Good." 

"What's wrong, bunny?"

"It's just…if it really is going to snow this much we won't be able to see each other for a few days." Since you two made things official, you saw each on a near daily basis. Even if it was a quick hello between patrols. Disappointment had also lanced through his heart. Just catching a glimpse of you was enough to brighten even his worst days. Sure you could get on a video call, but it wasn't the same.

"Why don't you spend the night at my place?" he'd asked a bit shakily. You two hadn't really done anything like this, the closest being an accidental nap on your couch a couple of weeks ago. "That way, you know, we… we wouldn't have to brave the snow to see each other. You'd be right there…" His voice trailed off when you lifted your head off of him. 

"A sleepover?" you'd asked, voice deathly serious. His heart raced, worried he'd upset you somehow, but before he could offer profuse apology, you'd squealed in delight. "That's such a good idea, baby! It'll be so fun, we'll watch movies and play video games, maybe do some face masks. And the best part is, we'll get to cuddle all night!"

You'd run off to work shortly after that, but not before promising to bring some of your games and skincare for the evening. Meanwhile Tamaki was still in shock, not only had he successfully asked you to spend the night with him, but you'd said yes. He never thought you'd say no, exactly, but he was relieved all the same. As soon as he got off shift, he went straight to work preparing for your sleepover. He stopped by the grocery store to stock up in anticipation of the impending snow, tidied his place at lightning speed, and prepared a curry, which is now simmering on the stove, also awaiting your arrival. 

Tamaki jumps up when the doorbell finally rings. He opens the door too fast, he thinks, because he pulls it wider than is customary. Your nose and cheeks are slightly red from the cold, but you're smiling as bright as the sun despite how dark and cold out it is. 

"You gonna let me in or what?" you giggle as you tilt your head to the right. "Don't tell me you changed your mind?" 

Why am I standing here like an idiot. He steps aside finally and you hurry in. Tamaki slips your overnight bag off your shoulder so you can shed your coat, scarf, and gloves. That's when you wrap your arms around his neck to give him a kiss, your bag slipping from his grasp. He catches you readily, holding you up as your lips move against his. You only break away to smile at him.

"Hi." You peck him on the lips again. "I'm so excited." A kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Are you cooking?"

"I made curry. I thought you'd like some dinner before all the snacks."

"Curry? You should have said that sooner." You pull away from him to unlace your boots, and Tamaki picks up your bag once more to leave it in his bedroom. It's only when he goes to put it down by his bedside table that he realizes that his arm is trembling. The gravity of the situation settles over him now that you're here. Tonight will be different than any of your past hang outs. You'll be here overnight. What if you realize that he's actually dull and boring and not so fun the longer you're around him? What if he does something weird, or freaks you out somehow? What if–

"Tamaki!" you sing from down the hall. "Hurry back before I eat all this yummy curry by myself!"

He shakes his head as if to rid the anxious thoughts from it. You love him, he's confident about that. You'd said as much just an hour ago when he'd texted to ask what movie you wanted to start your marathon with. If anything, tonight will only bring you two closer together. 

"There you are. Let's eat please, I'm starving," you say when he appears in the kitchen. You already went ahead and grabbed two bowls from the cabinets. Tamaki serves a bit of rice in both, then ladles a generous helping of curry, a rich sauce complete with golden chunks of potatoes, plenty of carrots – your favorite – and tender cubes of beef. 

Tamaki takes his same place at the kotatsu as before, sitting directly across from the television. You sit beside him, moving a bag of your favorite chips aside, "You're the sweetest, Tamaki!", so you can place your bowl on the table. You pull the blanket to cover your lap. 

"I'm so jealous, my kotatsu doesn't get quite as warm as yours," you say, a playful pout on your lips.

"Sorry about that?"

"You don't need to apologize. You just need to let me stay over more often," you say with a wink, and his face heats up. "So what are we watching?" 

"Was just catching up on a show Mirio and Nejire recommended. But I can put on that movie you mentioned earlier."

"No, it's ok, let's keep this on. I'm gonna take a quick shower when I'm done eating, so you can finish watching this episode while I do that. We can start the marathon once I'm back."

Though he shovels up a spoonful of food, he can hardly bring it to his mouth. Instead, he watches intently as you take your first bite. You close your eyes and hum contently as you chew.

"Do you like it?" Tamaki asks.

"So good," you say around another spoonful of food. "Yeah, I need you to cook for me all the time. This is amazing."

"I'm glad you like it," he says. A bashful smile pulls at his lips at your praise. He hangs his head slightly, bangs falling further into his eyes, hoping to hide the blush staining his cheeks. But he should know better by now. Nothing gets past you.

"Aww, why are you so cute?" you say as you press kisses across the side of his face, a barrage of attacks he doesn't want to fight off. You kiss right below his ear and he giggles as he shrinks away from the fluttery feeling. 

"Are you ticklish there?" you ask. And then the real attack begins. You kiss under his jaw, along his neck. And even though it still tickles, he feels something stirring much lower every time your mouth meets his skin. His laughter is breathier now, but you don't seem to notice as you're giggling with each kiss you bestow. He tries to lean away so he can clear his head, but you follow until you both fall over, a mess of amusement. 

You push yourself up from on top of him, but his laughter dies down when your gaze meets his. The dark look in your lidded eyes, your slightly labored exhalations leaving your full, parted lips. You, on top of him…his blood pools even lower in his abdomen. He reaches up to touch the side of your face. The contact, unfortunately, makes you sit up abruptly.

"Sorry, Tama." Your voice is a little huskier than before. "I just really like this curry, I guess."

Tamaki's not sure what the right thing to say is. He very much liked the direction your kiss attack was going, but you seem embarrassed now, and he doesn't want to call attention to it if that isn't what you want. 

"You don't need to apologize," he says, taking a page from your book. "I'll accept the kisses as payment for the meal."

You smile wide. "Ok, then I'll be sure to pay you adequately for hosting me this evening as well."

In a moment of boldness, Tamaki says, "Looking forward to it." And he can't say he's at all prepared for how serious you look when your eyes, still so dark, fall to his lips. His breath catches and his ears burn.

Thankfully, the comedy is excellent at diffusing the palpable tension in the air, the heroes' on-screen antics pulling laughs from you. It's nice, Tamaki thinks, having dinner with you like this. It feels like a normal part of his routine, sharing meals beneath the warmth of the kotatsu, enjoying your show together. He wants this to be a new constant in his life. 

You serve yourself more curry, again offering your praise this round. "It's perfectly spicy. The potatoes are so soft. And there's so much carrot!"

It makes him feel so good, knowing you like the food he prepared for you. When you finish your second helping, you get up and gather the plates. Tamaki stops you with a hand on your arm.

"I'll wash them, don't worry about it."

"No, I'll wash them. You went to the trouble of cooking. I'm afraid my original payment wasn't nearly enough." You kiss the top of his head and enter the kitchen once more.

Warmth settles in his chest at the casual affection. He pauses the show and pads into the kitchen after you, picks up a dish rag and stands beside you at the sink. "At least let me dry?"

"Fine by me." You hand him a bowl. Caught up in the gentle rhythm you two have established, he is overcome by this feeling of familiarity, overjoyed by this simple display of domesticity. You wash, he dries and puts away, both working in tandem to leave the kitchen pristine.

"We make a good team," you say once you shut off the tap.

"The best team," he says as he offers you both a small smile and a dry dish towel for your sudsy hands. 

"Thanks, baby." You give him a quick smooch. "Now let me hop in the shower. I won't be long."

"There are clean towels in bathroom closet," Tamaki says as you disappear down the hall. 

He busies himself with queuing up the movie you requested to watch. While this episode is almost done, Tamaki can't for the life of him remember what happened. He mostly laughed when you laughed, as he'd still been distracted by you kissing him so sweetly, so playfully. He'll just have to re-watch some other time.

He hears a door swing open down the hall, then you call out, "Baby? Mind showing me how to use your shower?"

Tamaki pads over to the bathroom and nearly faints. He has to grip the doorframe to keep himself upright. You're wrapped up in only a towel, your clothes a discarded pile by your feet. And all he can think about is that you're naked under this towel. You're naked in his house. It's the only thought circulating his otherwise blank mind. 

"Tamaki? You alright?" you ask, genuine concern coloring your tone.

He murmurs a quick apology and moves past you to fiddle with the handle. Water soon bursts from the shower head, and Tamaki puts his hand under the spray, waiting for it warm up. He explains how to get the temperature to your liking, and how to use different settings on the shower head itself.

"Thanks! You sure you don't want to join me?" you ask, a mischievous smile decorating your face.

The word 'yes' gets caught in his too dry throat. Ultimately, it doesn't matter. You're only teasing him, evidenced by your laughter immediately after saying it. Again, you promise to be in and out in no time. Dazed, Tamaki leaves the bathroom so you can do just that, lets the door close behind him without protest. From the other side of the door, he can hear the muffled splash of water as you shower. It serves as a reminder, as if he really needs one, that you're in his house, naked. And Tamaki imagines rivulets of hot water cascading over your arms, your breasts, between your legs. He wonders, briefly, what you would look like naked in his bed instead. Then, he imagines himself naked beside you, inside you. The vision sends his blood rushing, his once loose pajama bottoms suddenly too tight.

"Damn it," he mutters. A quick glance downward confirms the obvious, his pants are tented to the point of obscenity. He hurries back to the kotatsu and covers his lap with the blanket. Normally he'd take care of a problem of this nature in the bathroom, but seeing as you're in there now…it's not exactly an option. But what if he were to actually take you up on your offer?Could he be bold enough to step into the shower with you. He imagines your eyes growing wide at first, but you'd recover quickly. Shoot him a smug look as you plaster your chest to his. Would you reach down and stroke his cock until he's putty in your hands? Maybe you'd sink to the tile, drag your tongue along the length of him, tease at his frenulum– 

"This isn't helping," he groans, his head dropping to the back of the couch. Since he can't go into the bathroom to take care of this, Tamaki tries to focus on every unpleasant thing he can think of instead: public speaking engagements, eating bad clams, that one criminal who'd chewed up his tentacles during a raid years ago. But his usual anxious train of consciousness only defaults to a heated moment he'd shared with you only a month ago on your couch. He's not sure how your conversation that evening evolved into you two making out, but he could hardly complain when you were on top of him, kissing him so thoroughly, matching his desire so readily. Your tongue licking into his mouth, your teeth set on his earlobe. He'd bucked his hips against you, mumbled an apology into your neck.

"Don't be sorry," you'd said in his ear as you dragged your hips over his. Tamaki shivered, and he pressed into you again, intent on matching your movements. You placed his hands to splay on your hips then, and he pulled you down harder. He would have been content mindlessly grinding against you, but then your fingers inched underneath the waistband of his boxers. And he froze beneath you as terror quickly cooled the burning lust in his blood. Did you want to sleep with him? He didn't know what came next, what he was supposed to do. What if he disappointed you? Or hurt you? What if he was so bad at sex that you laughed in his face? Humiliation like he hadn't felt in forever seized him like a viper.

You'd broken the kiss then–not that he'd given you any other option–your fingers retreating along with your lips. "Sorry. Too much?"

"Y-yeah. Can we, um, can we slow down?"

"Of course," you'd said as you brushed his hair back to kiss his forehead. "We can go at your pace."

That evening ended with you two cuddling while you watched videos on your phone before he eventually went home. 

While he appreciates you agreeing to slowing down, he didn’t think you’d take him so literally. In his opinion, things are nearly stagnant now. You haven’t kissed him that passionately since that evening. He knows if he wants things to progress that he'll have to be the one to initiate now. Which is nerve wracking for him, to say the least. 

You emerge from the shower in a white, lace-trimmed tank top and purple, tie-dyed sweatpants with black monarch butterflies fluttering up your left leg. Tamaki can't say he's seen you in your pajamas before, and now that he has, he can hardly bring himself to look away. As you get closer, he notices your nipples straining against your top. Tamaki pulls the blanket up to his neck, as if that will help hide his raging hard-on.

"You cold, baby?" you coo as you settle in beside him under the blanket.

Tamaki moves closer to you in response, and he mentally sighs in relief when you snuggle closer. You're so warm beside him, and smell so good, like the soy milk and honey scented body butter you carry with you everywhere and insist on massaging into his hands whenever you meet up with him. He's always privately thrilled when you do this, because he can catch your scent on him even when you're long gone. 

But he wants to be even closer. 

While he quietly ruminates just how to achieve that, you swipe his phone off the table and unlock it to dim the lights. You then trade his phone for the remote to press play. You lay your head on his shoulder once the credits begin to roll. 

Tamaki's in awe of how casual you are with giving him affection. He only recently got over his hang up with holding your hand first after he realized how shy you'd get when he took that initiative. That's when he realizes that the reason why you kiss him all over and hug him out of nowhere, is because you're confident that he'll like it. He likes everything you do; he'd even liked your attempt to put your hand down his boxers, as anxiety-inducing as it was in the moment. Tamaki loves that you love him so much, and that you're not shy about it. He doesn't want to be shy about loving you so much either. If anything, he'd much rather you be the shy one tonight.

Tamaki takes a few steadying breaths, tells himself that he can do this, he can be as confident as you, before he grabs you by the hips and pulls you into his lap, your knees spread on either side of his thighs. The flustered look on your face is reward enough.

"Is this ok?" he asks, massaging your hips as a means to redirect his anxiety. His heart is pounding hard, but he resists the impulse to hide.

Your arms fall around his neck, and with a dazzling, delighted smile that makes him feel woozy, you say, "More than." 

Tamaki's heart pounds even faster as he leans in, his lips just shy of brushing yours. "How about this?" he murmurs, and you shiver in response. He kisses you then, unhurried despite the way his cock is straining against his pants. He carefully touches the tip of your tongue with his own and yours eagerly slides against his. The growing ardency of this kiss spurs Tamaki to pull your hips down his lap. He can feel the heat of your center through your sweats.

"Tamaki," you gasp. 

"I don't want to keep going slow," he says, fingers still pressing into you.

You kiss just underneath his ear. "What do you mean by that?"

"Do I really have to say it?" If you knew the thoughts he was having about you, would you choose to get closer to him still?

"Mhmm," you hum, and it feels like you're answering his unspoken question as well. Tamaki's breath falters when your tongue traces along the shell of his ear, from lobe to pointed tip. "I'd really like that." Your whisper, heated breath on the wet ridge of his ear, has him shuddering underneath you, eager to do your bidding. He can tell you what he wants. It's just you. 

Tamaki steels himself, tries to find the right way to express himself. Your fingers come up to caress the back of his neck, as though to coax the words out of him. It's only you, he tells himself. 

He's struck dumb when you lean back and meet his gaze. The desire darkening your eyes makes his breath hitch, and words unrehearsed tumble off his lips.

"I want you to tell me all the ways to touch you. All the ways to make you feel good."

You take hold of his hands and guide them underneath your top. Your skin is so soft as his hands glide along your body. He palms at your breasts, thumbs at your nipples, and you cup his face and kiss him hard. You moan into the kiss as he continues to pinch and tweak your nipples. 

Tamaki pulls away so he can kiss down your throat. When he reaches the lacy neckline of your top, he drags his tongue alongside it, tasting the sweet skin of your chest. You immediately grab the hem of your top and remove it, and Tamaki exhales shakily when your breasts bounce into view. There's a slight tremble in his hand as he reaches up and cups one of them again.

"Please, Tamaki," you whimper, shifting closer still. "I need you so much."

Your admission makes him delirious with desire. He wraps his mouth around your nipple and sucks until you're keening above him. You grind against him faster, and he grows painfully harder, a spurt of pre-cum coats his length as you move above him. 

You tug at the hem of his own shirt and he releases your nipple so he can help you remove it. Your palms glide from his shoulders, along his chest and down to his stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your fingers play with the drawstrings of his pants, and his hips surge upward when you graze the wet spot right above the head of his cock.

"Let's go to bed," you say to him.

Tamaki nods quickly, getting up as soon as you're off his lap. He takes your hand and leads you down the hall to his room. The whole walk is daunting. He's nervous about freezing up again, about feeling unsure of himself or what you'll like. 

It's just you, his mantra that he repeats to himself when you jump into his bed with an easy laugh and he stiffly sits down beside you, back against the headboard. It's just you, it's just you.

Tamaki cups your cheek and turns your face so he can kiss you again. More languid than before, a sensual exploration of tongue and teeth. He feels faint when you suck on his tongue. His hand blindly reaches for your hip, to pull you over him again, but he touches your stomach instead. You gasp, your stomach spasms just before he pulls his fingers away. He can't even look at you, instead focusing on the cute butterfly pattern on your sweatpants. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–"

"No, it's ok! Just wasn't expecting it." He has even more trouble looking at you when you take his hand and place it lower on your body, just below your belly button. "You can do whatever you want to me, Tamaki." 

Your raspy words travel straight to his cock. He's had too much time to think about having you like this. Do you really mean that? You're not one to just say things you don't mean. 

"Tamaki," you sigh and he meets your gaze again. He feels his eyes grow wide at the obvious lust in your own. And then, to make matters worse, you smile at him like he's prey, right before you kiss him. Your tongue drags along the length of his own and he moans around it.

"Whatever. You. Want." Each of your words punctuated with a kiss.

"Take those off," he says. His ears grow hotter as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your sweatpants, lift your hips and pull them off. It's only when they're pooled between your spread legs that he realizes that you went ahead and removed your underwear as well. That means…

He lets out a shuddering breath. The vision of you fully naked is so far beyond anything his imagination could conjure up. In fact, his imagination is lackluster when compared to the reality that is you.

"You're so wet," he marvels softly as his fingers seek out your heat. It makes him lightheaded. You want him to touch you. "You want me to fuck you?"

He hadn't meant to say that last part out loud, but he's glad he did. You writhe against him and whimper, 'Yes'.

Tamaki presses his middle finger into your cunt and you gasp sharply.

"You…you like that?" he asks.

"Mhmm, want more."

He eases his ring finger inside as well, petting your velvety, clenching pussy in the hopes of discovering what will make you come the hardest. You meet each push of his fingers inside you with raised hips, and it only makes him want to fuck you even deeper. Before he can think better of it, before he can even stop it, the fingers currently fucking relentlessly into your pussy relax and elongate into tentacles. 

"Tamaki!" Your voice is shrill in your throat, and he whimpers your name in response, grinding his straining cock into your hip. You burrow your hand in his hair and pull him back in for a sloppy, needy, kiss. His tentacles reach even deeper into you, until he prods at a soft circle of muscle that makes you wince away from him.

“Mmm, Tamaki, not so hard. Just gently stroke like –hahhhh – just like that."

He gently traces your cervix the way you like with one tentacle, the other massages along your walls until he finds your sweet spot. He’s immediately rewarded with a loud moan of his name, your back arching off the bed entirely. Tamaki takes advantage of your new position and wraps his lips around your pert nipple. You moan his name again. Shivers course through your body and you pant for him so prettily. 

"Gonna cum, I'm gonna–fuck!" Your pussy clenches even tighter around him, but he still manages to push his index finger inside you, lets it manifest into a third tentacle equally intent on making you finish.

You grind your clit against the heel of his palm, hard and fast. You take hold of his face to pull him in for another kiss, but you're trembling so much all you can do is breathe, quick and shaky, against his mouth. A spray of your essence coats his palm as you come apart for him. Tamaki pulls the appendages out of you and you hiss at the loss. The tentacles glisten with your arousal, a milky sheen that coats them entirely. Tamaki brings one tentacle up to his mouth. He feels your eyes on him as he licks along the length of his index finger. The taste of you, the sweetest nectar, makes him frenzied with arousal. 

"You taste so good, bunny," he groans into your ear. He rests his ring and middle finger on your plush, bottom lip. Your mouth falls open readily and he traces along your tongue, the tentacles lightly suctioning as they glide across the length of it. "Don't you taste good?"

You close your mouth around his fingers and suck, moaning around them so seductively as you do. The vibrations zing straight to his cock, and he grinds against your hip harder. Tamaki pulls his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop.

"I want to taste you again," he murmurs as he licks beneath your jaw. His lips travel lower so he can suck a mark between the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. You giggle at first before you exhale raggedly. Tamaki kisses along your chest, pausing to suck your nipples until they harden to stiff peaks. He grabs onto your sides as he kisses his way down to your dripping pussy. You hiss when he licks the wet cleft of you, your sweetness coating his tongue.

Your fingers inch into his hair, pushing it off his forehead. He meets your gaze and sucks your clit into his mouth. Your mouth falls open with a gasp, and your head presses into the pillows, an impatient mewl on your lips. Tamaki flattens his tongue over your pussy so he can give you broad licks, coat himself in your overflowing essence. He sucks on your lips and your body spasms again. You're so responsive to him already, he can hardly wait to fuck you for real, feel your wet heat around his cock. But he doesn't want to risk hurting you, he needs to be patient just a little while longer.

Tamaki pushes his fingers back into your cunt while he laps at your clit. He splays his other hand on the smooth, slick skin of your stomach. “You’re so soft," he moans miserably into your cunt. "I want to touch you everywhere.”

His fingers, intent to fulfill this desire, wriggle into tentacles as well. His thumb and pinkie coil around your thighs, pulling them up then back until they're nearly parallel with the mattress. His ring and index fingers wrap around your heaving breasts. Tamaki teases at your nipples, suctioning them until they stiffen even more under his ministrations. Your hips buck up, but Tamaki presses you back down by applying more force on your quivering stomach. 

The last tentacle, his middle finger, winds around the column of your throat and slithers past your lips. He plunges the tip of the tentacle in and out of your mouth, tangles it with your tongue. The sounds you’re making as you suck on it are making his head that much foggier. In his excitement, he pushes the tentacle a little too far down your throat and you gag; your cunt constricts around his fingers in a similar fashion, pulls him in deeper. Tamaki fucks your mouth hard and fast, until your pussy is baring down so tightly on his wriggling fingers. He can only grind into the mattress, desperate for release, beyond turned on. It's overwhelming, touching you, all of you at once like this. He can only imagine how you feel, on the receiving end of all his pent up longing and desire. 

Tamaki pulls away from you slightly to catch his breath. He lets his spit drip onto your glistening folds, and your ensuing moan around his tentacle sends another bolt of pleasure through him. He's back on you at once, breathing be damned. Tamaki hollows his cheeks, bobbing his head as he sucks on your clit. 

You pull the tentacle from out of your mouth, gasping for air at once. 

"Tamaki! Tamaki! I'm so close," you whine.

Your words elicit a full body shiver, and he doubles his efforts to get you there. Tamaki flicks his tongue on your clit, presses the tentacles inside you against your sweet spot. You swear harshly, your hips soaring upward as you cum on his face. Your orgasm sets off his own; his hips jerk into the mattress as he cums in his pants. 

Tamaki drops your thighs as your climax courses through your body. You whimper when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, the sound impacting him more than he can comprehend. He grabs your hip, and the three slender tentacles bind around your waist. Tamaki lifts your lower half off the bed completely with his grip on your thighs and waist. He sticks his tongue out, moving you up and down how he wants, your cunt gliding across his waiting tongue. 

Your hand grips his hair so hard that a flash of blinding pleasure burns behind his eyes and down his spine. You move his head the way you want, pull him closer since you don't have control of your hips, chasing your orgasm in equal measure to him. 

"Fuck, Tamaki! I love you, I love–ah!" you babble mindlessly. He feels his whole body burn in response to your cries of adoration. He'll show you how much he loves you, too. 

Tamaki unwinds the tentacles from around your waist to untangle your fingers from his hair. He takes hold of your wrist to transfer your grip to the sheets instead.

Now able to move freely, he sits up and rests your back along his spread thighs. You mewl as he pushes your thighs back to meet your shoulders. His tongue teases between your ass and you gasp his name, twisting closer to his mouth. He presses his tongue shallowly between the tight ring of muscle while he traces over your fluttering cunt with his tentacles. One of their suction cups latches onto your clit and your pussy squirts again. You cum with high-pitched, near silent, whines of his name. Tamaki does his best not to waste a single drop of nectar. He loves the way your body vibrates in his grasp, your system in shock from the pleasure. 

He places you back onto the bed, your eyes screwed shut as aftershocks wrack through you. His tentacles revert back to fingers, and as they unwind from around you, dozens of purple bruises of varying sizes reveal themselves. Around your neck, along your torso, spiraling across your thighs. He inspects the marks, aroused as he is concerned.

“Bunny? Was that–are you ok?"

You take hold of his chin to tilt it up, and he's sure the expression he's met with will live in his memory forever. Your eyes are dark and sparkling, and your swollen lips quirk up into a satisfied smile. You pull him down and kiss him hungrily by way of response. 

This time when your fingers reach for his waistband, Tamaki helps you push his pants down and off. He kneels between your spread legs and guides his cock inside you. At once, the hot clutch of your cunt around his length threatens to make him cum. He snaps his hips into yours, pulling breathy moans from the both of you. The next thrust has you wrapping your arms around his shoulders to lock your lips with his again. You moan and sigh as he fucks into you rougher and faster. One of your legs wraps around his waist, and you use the leverage to meet each of his thrusts until your walls pulse around him. The feel of you tightening around him makes him even more frenzied. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he moans into your neck. 

His body barely separates from yours as he pistons into you. He's so close, he's so fucking close. He feels your teeth gently sink into his earlobe and his hips stutter as he spills into you. Bliss beyond belief.

Tamaki wakes up with your fingers carding through his hair, your nails gently running along his scalp. It's such a relaxing feeling that he could fall right back to sleep. But then he realizes he's still on top of you. Still inside of you. He lifts himself up slightly with great effort.

"Oh, you're awake," you say, a sleepy smile decorating your face. "Hi, baby."

"Hi," he replies quietly. The soft look you're giving him makes his cock twitch back to life. 

"You're insatiable, Tamaki," you laugh. "Let's take a bath. That way we can throw your sheets in the wash so we don't have to sleep on a soaked bed."

"Oh–right, you're right." 

Tamaki pulls out of you, and cum oozes from your puffy cunt. His dick twitches against your thigh and he pushes himself onto his knees like he'd been shocked. You must think he's some kind of pervert, being turned on by the evidence of your coupling.

You look amused though, which only makes him flush. 

Tamaki helps you sit up, too, pulling you upright. His eyes widen once he does; the bed is a lot more wet than dry. His face flushes hot.

"Sorry," he says inexplicably.

"I should be the one to apologize. That's mostly my fault," you say sheepishly.

"It was both our faults, then," he says, and you giggle. 

"Yeah, we're both to blame." 

You crawl off the bed and unhook the fitted sheet from one corner. Tamaki slips off the bed and helps strip the sheets on the opposite side. He actually has another set of bedding, one that you help him put on the mattress. The whole time you express surprise at the fact that he has more than one, much to his confusion.

Once the bed is made, you leave him to run the bath while Tamaki gathers the sheets and your discarded bottoms. He stops by the living area to pick up both your shirts and turn off the kotatsu and the television. 

He joins you in the washroom where the combined washer/dryer is located. You're at the sink, inspecting the green face mask you have on. His face flushes. You're naked in his bathroom. Again. Covered in his marks this time. It's a surprisingly erotic visual, you casually applying your skin care at home with him. Tamaki only realizes that he's staring when your eyes meet his in the mirror. He shifts his focus to the machine just as you say, "Oh good, come here!"

He loads the washer and sets it to the shortest cycle before he joins you at the sink. 

"I know you don't like when the masks harden so I got you a sheet mask instead. I think you'll like it. But wash your face first." 

He does as he's told, cleansing his face for longer than he normally would. You would likely reprimand him if he were only to splash some water on his face. 

You tear open a packet and remove the sheet mask. He flinches when you first drape the cold, serum-soaked material on him, but it feels much more relaxing once you smooth it to the contours of his face. 

"Perfect! You can leave this on in the bath. Go on, before the water gets cold," you say.

"Aren't you going to join me?" 

"Yeah, but first, I'm just gonna wash my face, too. I'll join you in a sec, ok?" You give him peck before you shoo him off. He stops just short of the bath tub. It's filled with bubbles, probably something you brought from your place. Tamaki goes to step into the tub but pulls his foot back at the last second. The water is hotter than he anticipated, so he has to carefully ease himself into the water. The heat coupled with the lavender scented bubbles relaxes him thoroughly. Tamaki rests his head back and closes his eyes while he waits for you. 

He's not sure how much time passes before he hears you hissing about how hot you made the bath. Tamaki lifts his head and watches you descend into the water at the opposite end of the tub. You stretch your legs out on either side of his.

"Ahh, never mind. The water's perfect," you sigh as you throw your head back too. "You really put me through the wringer, Tama. I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow."

He didn't think his face could get any hotter, not when there's steam coming off the bath.

"I'm sorry bunny," he says. He's still not sure what came over him. All his inhibitions fled him the second he felt how wet you'd gotten for him. 

"Oh, don't be sorry. I loved every second of it." You lift your head and smile at him. So dazzling, like always. His cock jumps at the sight of it. 

Tamaki startles a bit when you suddenly surge upward. Covered in suds, you inch closer to him until you're in his lap again. You carefully peel the mask off his face, ball it up and throw it. He laughs quietly when it lands just short of the waste basket. 

"I'll pick it up, don't worry," you say as you massage the serum into his skin. 

"I'm not worried," he sighs, eyes falling closed. Your fingers gently sweep across his face, lulling him deeper into tranquility. He thinks he'll need you to sleep over every night if they'll end like this. 

You move closer to him once you finish caressing his face, your thigh grazing his semi-hard cock as you do. His eyes snap open in time to see one of your hands disappear into the water, eliciting a gasp from Tamaki when your fingers wrap around his length. You hold it in place and sink down on it with a soft groan of his name.

"I think I'm as insatiable as you, baby," you breathe. 

You place your hands on the lip of the tub and rock against him. His hands fall to your waist, and before long he's guiding your movements, lifting you up and slamming you back down on his cock. Water splashes to the ground each time your bodies meet, but he hardly cares about the mess. 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders again, plastering yourself to him. Your breasts rub against his chest, you clit on against his pelvis. You hide your face in his neck and mutter, "So good, so good," into his skin. 

He holds you in place and fucks into you desperately until you're shaking in his arms. Your walls tighten around him, pulling him deeper into you until he fills you with his warmth once more.

You cling to him until the water grows noticeably cold. You step out of the water and he follows suit, careful of the wet floor below. He grabs you both towels while you fulfill your promise and properly dispose of the used sheet mask.

Dry and content, you both return to his room and get dressed again. Him in another pair of pajamas, you in one of his t-shirts. You cuddle up to him under the covers, leg over his hip, arm thrown across his chest.

"Good luck getting me to leave," you murmur to him.