Confidence
Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amajiki Tamaki/F!Reader Characters: Amajiki Tamaki, Reader Additional Tags: Smut, Ass Play, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Overstimulation, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Eating, Food, Ass to Mouth, Rimming, Tentacles, Anal Fingering Summary: Tamaki needs a confidence boost and you think you have a plan to help~
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You heard the door squeal open, letting in an icy draught, as well as your boyfriend Tamaki. Rising from your seat in the cosy living room, you headed to greet him in the hallway. His back was turned to you and you watched as he rid himself of his coat and boots. You admired his slim but muscular form, even as he shivered against the cold that still invaded his bones. Though he wore a knitted sweater over his shirt expressly to give him an extra layer of warmth, you could still see a scattering of goose pimples around his neckline. His breath shuddered out from between his slightly blue lips and you longed to warm him up.
“Welcome home, Tamaki,” you said in a voice low enough that you hoped it wouldn’t startle him, but he still jumped as he spun to face you.
“S-sorry,” he mumbled, his face firing up with a scarlet glow as his eyes turned away from you in embarrassment. “You were so quiet. I didn’t hear you come to meet me.”
“You don’t need to apologise for that,” you said, smiling to show him he didn’t need to feel awkward around you.
Tamaki was shy, awkward, and self-deprecating, and even though you’d been dating for a year and had moved in together over a month ago, he still wasn’t at complete ease around you. You knew he was half-expecting you to break up with him at some point. He’d said it himself, suggesting that you’d probably find someone better, more deserving. But you only wanted him. For all his flaws, he was handsome, caring, heroic, and loyal. He was the love of your life, and you wanted him to feel that love every moment you were together. But it would be a lot easier if he weren’t so down on himself all the time.
“You look cold,” you said, moving to take his hands in yours.
Tamaki nodded, his cheeks still rouged with blush, though now a much less intense shade, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly at your intimate gesture.
You squeezed his hands, which felt like ice, and pulled him a little closer, lifting your face so that your lips could meet his. Before they could, however, a loud grumble emanated from Tamaki’s stomach. His eyes widened as he snatched his hands away, spinning on the spot and pressing his forehead against the wall he now faced.
“That was so embarrassing,” he whimpered, wrapping his arms around his torso as if that might hide his hunger from you. “It was busy today since I was patrolling on my own for most of it while Fat Gum trained his new interns. I didn’t have time to get any lunch.”
You were surprised that he hadn’t eaten anything while working, considering how crucially his diet related to the use of his quirk. “Do you want me to make you some dinner?”
He tilted his head slightly to peek over his shoulder. “N-no, you shouldn’t have to do that. I can feed myself. I don’t want to become a burden.”
You sighed at his words, but an idea formed in your mind. You wanted your boyfriend to find a little confidence, especially when he was with you. A sly smile crossed your face and you sidled closer to Tamaki.
“I want to feed you,” you whispered into his ear, your breath sending a pleasant shiver through your boyfriend’s body. “But let me decide what you eat. I want to make it—” you bit your lower lip seductively and relished the way Tamaki’s pupils dilated as his face burned up once again— “special.”
Your smile widened at his reaction and you planted a kiss on his flushed cheek. “Go warm up. I’ll prepare dinner.”
***
You were lucky that the kitchen was always stocked with food that would help with Tamaki’s hero work. The food he consumed to help him capture thugs and villains could also have … alternative uses. You hoped he’d have the confidence to be a little more adventurous. He had all the tools, but he seemed so afraid to use them. Your sex life up until now had been very … vanilla. Tamaki wasn’t necessarily a bad lover, but he was so self-conscious during your more intimate activities that everything seemed so rushed, as if he wanted to get it over with so he could hide himself away. It hurt your heart to see the man you adored think so little of himself. You were determined that tonight would be different.
***
Tamaki had wrapped himself in a blanket and curled up on the couch. His eyes were closed, but you could tell that he was still awake from the way he was breathing.
“Still hungry?” you asked, and chuckled as his stomach offered a loud reply.
Tamaki groaned and rolled to plant his face in the pillows. “Ahh, that’s so embarrassing. I’m sorry.”
“It’s … normal,” you replied with an exasperated sigh. “You’re hungry. Your body is just telling you it needs to be fed. It’s really nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Tamaki peeked up at you with a frown and his eyes drifted to the plate of food you held. “What’s that?”
You arched an eyebrow and smiled. “You’re going to eat well tonight,” you replied with a suggestive giggle.
Tamaki pushed himself upright, looking mildly nervous. “W-what are you planning?”
You took your place in the seat by his side, resting the plate on your lap. The dish held all the ingredients you’d need for the night you had in store. All you had to do was make sure that your boyfriend enjoyed his meal. You picked up your chopsticks and plucked an octopus ball from the plate.
“Takoyaki?” mused Tamaki, adjusting his position so that he was more comfortable. “I had some this morning, but it wore off …”
You held it up to his mouth and he bit into it, the first taste of food extracting a contented sigh from him.
“Y’know, you can use those octopus tentacles for more than just restraining bad guys.” You smirked, looking down at the plate but knowing that his eyes had widened immeasurably at your comment. You picked up a piece of fried chicken and lifted your eyes to meet his. He was still staring at you as he slowly chewed the octopus, but the moment your gazes met, his darted away. “Are you warming up?” you asked. “You’re looking a little … hot.”
“Hmm, a little,” he squeaked. “I think I’ll take this sweater off.” Tamaki sat forward and pulled his top up and over his head, the motion also pulling up his shirt, revealing his slim back and a bit of toned tummy.
You couldn’t hold back a dreamy sigh as you admired him, your fingers reaching out to touch his heated skin. He twitched nervously at the unexpected contact, but he didn’t pull away. He merely flashed you an awkward smile.
“So, you’re feeding me chicken next?” he asked. “I use my chicken talons to pin down vil– oh …” He stopped, and a look of realisation crossed his face.
“The feathers are nice too,” you informed him. “They’re soft and tickly.” You leaned closer and placed a light kiss on his neck as you unfastened the buttons of his shirt. Once his chest was bare, you took the chicken from the plate, but instead of feeding it to Tamaki, you took it in your own teeth, hoping that he would realise what you were suggesting.
He caught on quickly. After taking a deep breath, he moved in towards your mouth, taking in the chicken strip until your lips met. You let go of the chicken and let him eat it, and once he’d finished, he kissed you again, this time with no prompting from you.
“What’s next?” he muttered as his lips drifted to a sensitive spot behind your ear. His hands had moved to hold you a little closer, and you could already feel the length of his tentacles wrapping across your lower back.
With a smile, you moved your hands from his chest back to the plate of food. “Beef,” you replied.
“Umm, cow hooves are good for kicking,” Tamaki said, his tone one filled with questions.
“And cow tongues are long and good for …” You didn’t finish your sentence. You didn’t feel it needed to be made obvious. From the look on Tamaki’s face, he’d definitely figured out your motivation for feeding him beef, and he ate it without hesitation, the tentacles extending from his fingers creeping beneath your shirt. You decided to help him out by removing the garment and tossing it to the floor, along with Tamaki’s shirt and sweater.
The final item on the plate was sushi. Tamaki’s head tilted as you picked it up.
“It’s same nigiri,” you told him, and placed the sushi so that it rested on your chest.
Tamaki chewed his lip before leaning in to devour the rice and shark meat from your breast, humming pleasantly as he enjoyed the flavour and letting his lips linger over your pounding heartbeat even after he had swallowed. “Why shark?” he asked, the heat of his lips tickling against your tender skin.
“Teeth,” you said. “Sharp teeth that can leave a mark.”
“You want me to leave a mark on you?” he asked, his voice far huskier than you’d ever heard it before.
You grinned. “I want you to leave a few.”
With the plate finally empty and your boyfriend’s hunger sated, you could finally focus all of your attention on your lover and the plan you had concocted for him. Tamaki wasn’t a confident man, and you knew that was why he often stiffened up when you touched him. It was an anxiety that seeped into every aspect of his life, and you were sure his fear was the reason he was still at Fat Gum’s agency when he was more than capable of starting his own. You’d made a plan for this evening and you were sure as hell going to see it through. It would be fun, and with any luck, it would give Tamaki the confidence boost he so badly needed.
“Why don’t you use your quirk more, Tamaki,” you whispered as you ran your fingers through the thick roots of his dark hair.
“O-okay,” he stammered, the tips of his tentacles weaving around the straps of your bra and pulling them down.
You gasped a little as his teeth scraped against your skin, feeling much sharper than they usually were.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked, his dark eyes peering up at you in concern.
“It feels good,” you replied breathily. “Don’t stop, Tamaki.” The switch between the soft kisses of his lips and the sharp nipping of his teeth was sending you a little wild, and you thrust your hips up against him, feeling the bulge of his stiffening cock against your thigh.
Tamaki gasped, leaping back from your grinding, and brought his hands to his face, the tentacles he’d used to embrace you retracting back into fingers.
“I … I’m sorry,” he whined. “I j-just … I felt you … It made me …”
You tilted your head as you grabbed his wrists, pulling down his hands to reveal his bright red face. “You like it when I touch you, don’t you Tamaki?” you asked.
His eyes rolled to meet yours briefly and he nodded. “I do. It’s just … I feel like you should be the one to feel good.”
You smiled, leaning forward and bringing his trembling palms to your lips. “This should make us both feel good,” you said gently. “I’m not the only person in this relationship. I love you, Tamaki. I want you to feel good, too.”
Tamaki sighed, looking thoroughly disappointed with himself. “I love you too. I’m sorry. I wish I was a better–”
You yanked him forward and snatched away his breath with a kiss that stopped his words from breaking your heart. You didn’t want to hear it. He was the best man you’d ever met, and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but hearing him constantly demeaning himself was agonising.
The kiss was enough of a distraction that Tamaki forgot himself once again, his tongue forcing its way past your lips to lap at its counterpart in your mouth. You both simultaneously let out little moans of pleasure, and the encouraging sounds from you seemed to help drain the tension from Tamaki’s body.
Your nails danced light trails up and down his back as he started to grind against you, his cock hard and looking for some friction. You could also feel the gentle suction of his tentacles seeking their way up your thighs, making you quiver with arousal.
“That feels good,” you hummed as the tentacle wound its way into your underwear, and you wriggled out of your pants, more than happy to grant Tamaki the access he was seeking. “You make me feel so good.”
Tamaki kissed your neck, taking a tiny bite of you just as a tentacle tickled against your clit, the combination making you cry out, your hands moving to relieve Tamaki of the rest of his clothes, desperate with the need to feel his naked flesh against your own. He breathed hard against your shoulder as the two of you pressed your bodies closer, his tentacles writhing against both your clit and the wet folds of your pussy. You could barely take his teasing, whimpering as you arched yourself against him.
“Is this okay?” he asked, with only the slightest tremor in his voice.
You could barely speak from the sensation of his touch and you were desperate for more. “You’re amazing Tamaki,” you moaned. “I want you so badly.”
He nipped at your lips, leaving you longing for his kiss. Then, a moment later, you felt your whole body being swept off the couch as Tamaki wrapped you up in his arms, secured in place by the length of his tentacle fingers. He carried you into the bedroom and gently placed you down onto the bed.
It was only once he was hovering over your naked body that he suddenly came back to his senses and froze. His eyes widened, his pupils became pinpricks, and his entire face seemed to burn up. He rolled away and huddled up at the edge of the bed, his bare back turned to you, and his entire body emanating a negative aura.
You’d been here before. Usually, you just reassured Tamaki, murmuring that everything was fine while you wallowed in disappointment.
Not tonight though. Things had to change.
You shuffled towards Tamaki and gently began to rub his back, murmuring soft and reassuring sounds that he was okay, he was safe. The aura began to dissipate as he relaxed, resting his head down on the bed and allowing you to take on the role of the big spoon as you held him close. Your hands slid a little lower, massaging the tight flesh of his ass. He tensed up briefly, but you continued to use your voice to lull him, making him feel comfortable in your arms. Then you slid your fingers lower still, gently rubbing the area around his hole. He gasped and clenched his cheeks, but you moved so that your lips hovered close to him.
“I’m going to make you feel so good—” you breathed into the shell of his ear, taking a little nibble of the lobe before continuing “—that you’ll be begging to fuck me before the night is through.”
You could feel the heat radiating from Tamaki’s face, and you leaned back, slowly drawing circles around his entrance. He let out a little moan as you slipped the tip of your finger inside him. You didn’t force too hard. You just wanted to get him nice and relaxed.
“Th-that feels kinda w-weird,” he stammered, gripping the sheets tightly in his fist. “But … it feels p-pretty good.”
While his eyes were clamped shut, his cheeks were flushed, and his mouth was slightly agape. He wasn’t quite as tense, and he seemed to be at least willing to let you penetrate him gently. You moved the tip of your finger around, letting him get used to the sensation. He felt hot, but his body became more relaxed as you fingered him, and you quite liked being inside him for once.
After a few more moments, you retracted your digit and Tamaki let out a questioning squeak.
“Please get onto your knees, Tamaki,” you said in an assertive tone.
He glanced at you nervously, but obeyed your command, shuffling to his knees. You could see how hard his cock was, the tip coated in a thin layer of the sweet stickiness you longed to taste. That could wait for a little longer though. You wanted him to be positively aching for you first.
“Rest your head on the pillow,” you ordered, and as he did, you moved around to his rear.
Tamaki’s ass was taut, more so because his current position left him looking very vulnerable, his head low and his ass up. Tension stiffened his entire body. He was barely even breathing as you leaned over him, massaging his lower back to comfort him.
“You’re such a good boy, Tamaki,” you cooed. “You’re doing just as I ask, and you look so beautiful. I’m going to be gentle with you, I promise, so just relax and enjoy it.”
Tamaki hummed his consent as he pressed his crimson face into the pillowcase. You ran your finger across your tongue and sucked it, getting it good and wet before you slid it into the hole Tamaki presented you with. This time, your lubricated finger slipped into his tightness with less resistance, though Tamaki let out a little moan, smothering the sound as best he could with the pillow.
You slipped a little deeper inside, moving your finger gently and listening to Tamaki’s whimpering. It really was like music to your ears. You angled your finger, searching for that sweet spot, and when you found it, Tamaki let out a loud groan.
“Th-that feels so … good. What are you doing to me?”
You grinned as you rubbed your finger slowly against his prostate. Tamaki gripped the sheets hard, his shuddering breath slowly morphing into panting groans. His head tilted to the side, and you could see his blissed out expression as he pushed his ass back against your hand. That was a sign that you’d done enough, and you carefully withdrew your finger.
He gave a disappointed whimper, but that was when you spread his cheeks and slowly lapped your tongue from his perineum, inserting the tip into his twitching hole.
Tamaki spluttered as you continued to eat his ass, your lips and tongue hitting all of his most sensitive nerves, while your warm breath made him tremble with intense pleasure. You could feel his body tremble as your tongue licked inside of him, and as he began to twitch against your mouth, he started to pump his cock in his hand, desperate for more than your teasing.
With a sly smile, you withdrew from him completely.
“What’s wrong?” Tamaki asked, turning to look at you, his dick still firmly within his own grasp.
You took in the flustered sight of him and licked your lips. “That’s mine,” you purred, and gently moved Tamaki’s hand, wrapping your own fingers around his stiff cock. The tip was leaking sticky fluid and you rubbed the sensitive head with the pad of your thumb. Tamaki’s jaw was slack, and he moaned helplessly as you touched him tenderly.
Finally, his nerves had evaporated. He was too lost in the pleasure of your touch to feel awkward and run away. It was a step in the right direction.
Tamaki collapsed back onto the bed as you started to jerk him, his hips rolling for extra motion. His head had lolled back, and his eyes were unfocused as he stared up at the ceiling, so you decided to give him a little extra, running your tongue from the base of his cock, all the way up the shaft, and encompassed the dripping head between your lips, lapping at the fluids your lover secreted. He gasped and loudly garbled something illegible as you sucked him deeply, taking him as far into your mouth as you could comfortably manage.
Tamaki’s moans of ecstasy filled the room, and you couldn’t help but get a little excited yourself. You took a moment to relax your jaw, then stuffed your throat with Tamaki’s cock. He cried out as you deep throated him, and you tried to stay relaxed so you wouldn’t gag. You slipped your finger back into his ass and used your other hand to control his hips and keep him from thrusting so much. He was already making your eyes water, hitting deep in your throat, making it so hard to breathe, the taste of him filling your senses..
“Oh, I think I’m … I’m gonna come …” Tamaki moaned, dragging his fingers through his hair as pleasure overcame him.
That was when you stopped, removing your finger from his ass and his cock from your mouth simultaneously.
“Ah! What? Why?” He looked almost distraught as the blissful euphoria he had been experiencing came to an abrupt end.
You smiled at him. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Tamaki, but don’t think I’m going to go easy on you. If you’re going to be so submissive, then I’ll be the one making the decisions. Those decisions will include when you are allowed to come.”
Tamaki’s face stiffened as the colour drained. “Sub … missive?”
You shrugged. “Unless … you want to take control?”
His eyes darted away from your face as his awkwardness began to consume him, but you weren’t planning to let all of your hard work go to waste. You took him back into your mouth, though this time, only the tip of his throbbing erection garnered your attention. You ran the flat of your tongue across the drooling head over and over, while your fingers entertained themselves with pinching his hard nipples.
Tamaki ground his teeth as you continued to bring him to the brink of orgasm, only to deny him at the last moment.
“P-please … please …” Those were the only words he could manage, but you didn’t care. He had to act, or you would continue to torment him.
Each time his body began to tremble you ceased your activities, looking down at him to see what he would do.
“Y-you’re being too cruel,” he whined eventually, wiping a strand of drool from his mouth. “I just want—”
“What?” you interjected. “You want me to let you come? Well, I won’t. What are you gonna do abou—”
You were not expecting to be suddenly swung onto the mattress. You certainly hadn’t expected to be pinned beneath the taloned foot of Tamaki’s chicken induced quirk. You stared up at him wide-eyed. His glare was intense, fixated on you, while his ragged breath rattled his chest and shoulders.
You couldn’t hide your excitement, especially when Tamaki manifested his octopus quirk to wind around your thighs, spreading them apart.
“I’ll show you what it’s like to be teased,” he growled menacingly as he bowed down between your legs and filled your pussy with his wide tongue.
You couldn’t hold back your moans of pleasure. Teasing Tamaki had taken its toll on you just as much as him. You were wet and ready for him, your core pulsating and your body needy. His tongue hit all the right places, and it took your pleasure-addled mind a moment to realise he was using his quirk to make his tongue longer and wider so he could hit all the spots to drive you wild. That, combined with the way one of his tentacles snaked up your body to tweak at your sensitive nipples while another flicked your clit, was enough to have the room filled with your ecstatic cries.
Tamaki’s tongue drew you to the point of orgasm and beyond, and he drank up everything your body had to offer. Yet he did not stop. His tongue and tentacles continued their assault on your most sensitive regions, and though you tried to bring your thighs together, his hold on you was too strong. You were entirely at his mercy, and he pulled from your quivering body yet another orgasm. Your eyes filled with tears as you cried out, begging for him to let you rest, but he was making sure you were thoroughly punished before he would allow you any chance of recovery. Your core throbbed and your body was limp with exhaustion before he finally lifted his head to admire you.
“I suppose I should say I’m sorry,” Tamaki muttered coyly, his lips glistening with your juices. His cheeks flushed pink when he saw the state you were in. “I don’t really feel that way though.”
With a swift motion, his teeth were at your neck, nibbling and suckling at your tender skin. You could feel his cock ready to penetrate you, resting at your sodden folds, and despite your overstimulated state, you desperately wanted your lover inside you. Lifting a weak leg, you draped it lightly across his hip, a timid invitation for him to move closer.
Slowly, he did just that. Dipping a little deeper into you with each thrust, it was almost a relief when he finally filled you. His pace was slower now, and he took pleasure in leaving his mark around your collarbone as his hips rolled flush against you.
“Is this what you wanted?” he mumbled as his lips trailed along the edge of your jaw. He kissed your mouth, nibbling on your lower lip as you moaned, his hips still rutting against you and picking up speed. Despite the nerves he’d always had, he had learned your body and what you liked, and right now, the tentacles wrapped around you were tilting you to give him the perfect angle where he could hit your sweet spot over and over. You gripped his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his as he sent you over the edge, spiralling into the bliss of orgasm once again. His erratic cries were evidence that he was falling with you, and your core pulsed around him as he filled you with the proof of his love.
Tamaki collapsed beside you, the appendages of his quirk retracting so that he could simply hold you in his arms. You nuzzled against his chest, feeling his racing heart as it slowed in time with yours. He squeezed you closer and kissed the top of your head with a deep sigh.
“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for being patient with me. I want to be more confident, especially when I’m with you.”
You rolled your head back so you could look into his dreamy face. “You don’t have to change, Tamaki,” you assured him. “All I really want is for you to value yourself, to feel that you’re worthy of good things.” You grinned. “And I like it when you take control to get what you want. You were amazing. You always are.”
Tamaki blushed yet again, but he smiled back at you. “It was pretty fun,” he confessed. He took a deep breath. “I’ve always been so scared that I might disappoint you, or that you might realise you can do better.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but he was quick to silence you with a soft kiss.
“I realise now,” he continued, “that we’re actually pretty good together. You want me to be happy and confident, and I want the same for you. We support each other, and I hope we can keep helping each other along for a long time.”
“Me too,” you agreed. “I hope we get to do this a lot more too.”
Tamaki’s chest shook with his chuckle, but he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I think I’d like to play around more in the bedroom too. Let’s find some more fun uses for my quirk.”
Your smile spread wide across your face. Although you had no doubt that some of Tamaki’s anxiety would creep back in, you felt that you’d finally crossed the bridge that had been distancing you for so long; you were finally on the same side. Whatever happened, you were a team, prepared to support each other through whatever difficulties you faced. You’d help Tamaki whenever his confidence began to fail him, and while your sex life was a good place to start, it wasn’t the only place that was important.
“I love you, Tamaki,” you whispered again. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“And thank you,” he replied, “for everything.”
