Pussyeater behind closed doors > Suneater to the public 😌
honeyyy i don’t have time to be horn knee i’m on the clock-
ultimate cookie eater tamaki cannot function without his head between your thighs at least once a day. he will tap and rub and drum fingers atop your leg until you finally open them even a little. and when you do, it’s over.
he’s dropping to his knees, kissing and licking up your thighs, tugging at your skirt and then pulling your panties down. before he does anything else to you, he’s licking and sniffing them, moaning before tossing them over his shoulder, and that’s when the real work is put in.
he has no problem with you smothering him, actually encourages it with a tight grip and burying himself further. he has no problem looking at you offended if you tell him to breathe, and just goes beck to his job.
he’s so sweet, he makes out with the pretty glistening lips down there, sucking them and laving his tongue over them until they’re puffy and a bit sore. it’s only then that he gets to his goal, your little pearl that has finally puffed a bit, admires her a bit then leaves you shaking by just flicking his tongue over it. loves the little sounds you make, the way you clutch at his head, the way your legs can’t help but jerk a bit.
when he does flatten his tongue, he laps at you several times before just sucking on your clit like he’s milking you. and it’s true, whenever he doesn’t have to hold your legs open, his fingers are immediately at your weeping little hole, spreading the sticky fluid around, tasting it and diving back in with a ferocity.
don’t get me started on his little trick, no not his tongue, but the way he can damn near unhinge his jaw, sticking his stiff tongue in your winking hole and still suctioning your clit. you still aren’t sure how you reacted the first time, but you do remember tamaki asking you to do it again. and you did. again and again and again.
he may stay down there for hours, tongue fucking you, lapping you up, even spitting it back out just to see you shine and drop sloppily. let’s you pull on his hair and please for the like of all that is mighty, don’t touch his ears. ever heard of an orgasm headache? yeah you had one for weeks.
always compliments you when you say you can’t go on, how he just wants a bit more time between his sweet girls thighs, “a little longer bunny.” caresses your things so nice, squeezes your calfs, kisses all over your tense tummy. and what do you do.
how the fuck did that happen