characters x Reader Lemon

Sub Tamaki x Fem reader

Warning light bondage, rimjobs, abrasion play established relationships praise kink,

if you're not comfortable with it pls don't read

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Your art studio is idle in the afternoon. Serene and colorful, with sunlight filtering through the large glass windows. The room is messy, canvas boards and unfinished paintings scattered across the room, paint spilled on the oak hardwood floors, and the worktable in disarray.

Two bodies are mingled on the floor. The sound of the male's arousal is loud inside the room.

Tamaki Amajiki looks beautiful. (he always does)

So devastatingly beautiful that you can't help but want to mess him up.

Soft cushions supported his naked body; hands settled behind him, wrists bound tightly with a red ribbon.

Tamaki has always adored you.

And you knew that.

That is why when you asked him for help, he didn't hesitate.

"A-Anything you need."

"Oh, anything?"

His cheeks are flushed with arousal, unshed tears threatening to spill from his eyes as you deny him from orgasming again.

The room is hot and muggy, and what you are doing to him is not helping him alleviate from the heat. He squirms under you as your hot mouth ravishes him, nipping at his skin.

The room is hot and muggy, and what you are doing to him is not helping him alleviate from the heat. He squirms under you as your hot mouth ravishes him, nipping at his skin.

Praises spill from your lips, and Tamaki feels his heart stutter rapidly in his chest. Feeling bashful, he turns away from you, bangs falling and covering his eyes. Your hands find the tresses of his hair, pushing his bangs away so you can see his face clearly. You smile at him, eyes staring at him mischievously.

"Aw, are you feeling shy? But you're doing so well." You purr.

Your lips trace his neck, then down the curve of his collarbones. His breath hitches on his throat when your mouth reaches to his chest, fingertips playing with his hardened nipples. Tamaki whines, rolling his lips slightly, egging you to touch him down there. You haven't been paying attention to his dick all afternoon.

"Hngh... Y/N. Let me cum at least once!"

You tsk, amused.

You lean towards Tamaki until your breath fans over his lips. "Aren't I the one to decide when you'll cum?"

You don't wait for him to answer.

You kiss him─ hard, and your tongue invades his mouth, tasting him to your fill. You're greedy, but he can't complain; he wants to taste you too while he can. His bottom lip quivers when you nip at it, pulling on it, no doubt bruising it in the process.

You look so beautiful," You murmur in between, and Tamaki's heart hammers loudly in his chest at your words, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks.