⤿𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 💢
bakery special; tamaki has always been shy, quiet, reserved. sometimes however, you manage to pull a more.... primal part of him to light.
warnings; smut, lots of it. very little plot, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex [wrap before u tap, angels!], possessive language
dessert pairing; tamaki amajiki x fem! reader
a/n; it was requested someone write tama+breeding kink, & who would i be if i didn’t indulge ?
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your back hits the mattress with more force than you’d been prepared for, the air rushing out of your lungs like a prayer — sometimes, you forget just how strong your pro hero boyfriend is, beneath the shy smiles & blushing cheeks.
tamaki’s eyes are dark, flooded with unspoken lust as he slowly advances towards you on the bed. slow, like a lion, circling a wounded gazelle before pouncing — you gasp as he hovers over you suddenly, attacking the sensitive skin of your neck with wet kisses & harsh bites.
it’s a sharp change from his usual careful demeanor, & you can’t help the giddy rush that slips through your stomach & straight to your slicking folds; it wasn’t easy to get tama like this, but you were well versed in the practice, & you almost always succeeded.
it starts with a t shirt — specifically, one of tamaki’s, preferably one of his looser ones so that it swamps your frame. his favorite pair of panties underneath, lacy and delicate and a light color, barely any fabric there to cover your ass. no bra, hair loose & eyes low, sultry in the way you sneak up on him in his office. “need anything?” you ask gently, hugging the doorframe with a smile, & you can see every nerve in his body light up instantly at the sight of you.
“i was thinking of stopping by mirio’s, he offered to help me with this one exercise i’ve been struggling with,” you add, the cherry on top of a tumbling tower of emotions that flip a switch inside of your normally gentle boyfriend. he’s not easily jealous, but the combination of your — lack of — clothing & his best friend’s name falling from your lips when you looked so ready to be fucked sends him up the wall.
he’s quick to stand & you’re quick to bolt, you laughter leading a trail for him to follow through your shared apartment. he catches you against the bedroom door, hands hauling you up by the thighs to press you up against it & kiss you senseless, nipping your lower lip to shove his tongue inside your sweet mouth.
now, he’s got you pinned, rocking his hips into yours as he kisses a wet trail down your neck; large hands slip under your - his - shirt to squeeze at your hips, pinching your ass to hear your squeals. he’s rougher, more demanding, & you know you’ll be littered with bruises head to toe once he’s finished.
his hands come together to pull your thighs apart, tugging your panties down with his teeth none too gently as he eyes your soaked cunt. you’re used to him being quiet, so his voice startles you just as much as his tongue does, pressing flat & wide against your swollen clit. “this is mine,” he snarls, low & firm, & all you can do is nod helplessly. he doesn’t like that, hiking your thighs up over his shoulders to bury his face into your wet heat. “i said,” he repeats, impatience laced into his tone as he presses a harsh kiss to your clit again, “this. is. mine.”
“it is, it’s yours tama,” you promise immediately, arching into the rough, languid strokes of his tongue; he had an absolutely sinful mouth, & he knew every little trick & tease to make your legs tremble. he’s quick to squeeze your thighs, coaxing his tongue inside your warm, velvet walls as his nose nudges your clit with every stroke.
you can barely keep yourself together, hands in his hair and tugging as he laps & sucks at your clit, determined to watch you cum with his head between your legs. his pace quickens with every whimper & whine from your lips, taking them as personal challenges — he wants to make you louder & louder, loud enough for everyone to hear & know exactly who you belonged to. one finger slowly curls inside you, then two as he traces his name over your clit, over and over until you’re seeing stars.
your orgasm washes over you like a storm, thighs trembling against his hands as he guides you through it, tongue lapping circles around your clit as you settle down into the mattress once more.
he wipes his face with the back of his hand, eyeing you hungrily as you shyly tug up your shirt; you know what that look means, & you’re quick to comply as you hold your legs up by the backs of your thighs.
he settles between them again with practised ease, yanking off his shirt & kicking off his sweats in the process. his boxers are tugged down last, the material straining & wet from his leaking cock as he strokes himself languidly. he takes your thighs in both hands, pushing them up higher as he allows you to guide his cock into your waiting, wet heat.
the first thrust always leaves you both breathless, you from the unimaginable stretch of his cock inside you, him from the way his cock fits so snugly inside your wet, velvety walls, like you were made just for him. tamaki recovers first this time, however, desperate to bury himself inside you over & over to stake his claim, & he sets a brutal pace.
“tell me, bunny. tell me exactly who you belong to, who gets to fuck you like this,” he demands, face buried in the hollow of your neck to bite and suck a mark right where everyone can see. his hips don’t slow, & you can barely focus on his words as you claw at his bare back. he tsks under his breath, letting go of one of your thighs to press a harsh slap to your ass.
“you’re not listening, bunny. are you a bad girl, thinking about someone else fucking you like this?” he warns, and you nearly sob from the feeling.
“nuh uh, no tama, only you, you get to -ah! fuck, only you get to fuck me,” you promise, moans bordering on a pleasured scream as he angles to hit that one spongy sweet spot inside you; muscle memory guides him to it over and over, sending you barreling towards another orgasm without preamble.
he doesn’t stop, not after you’ve come twice, three times; he’s determined to fuck you until you’re properly bred, dripping with his seed as he fucks it further and further into your needy cunt. it’s the ultimate form of possession in his mind; knocking you up with his child so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to, who’s fucking you raw and desperate every night.
his thrusts start getting sloppy, rougher and slower as your wet cunt swallows him in deeper and deeper. you can tell he’s close by the way his breathing shallows out, muttering absolute filth into your sweaty skin as he fucks you through another orgasm.
“that’s right bunny, cum, cum all over my cock like a good girl, and i’ll give you all my cum,” he promises, hips slamming into yours with renewed purpose. “gonna fuck you full bunny, gonna give you all my cum till you’re leaking, gonna knock you up until you’re big and swollen with my baby, fuck!” he’s hooking his arms around your thighs to draw you flush to his chest, cock pressing right up against your cervix he’s so deep, painting your walls with his cum as he fucks it into you slowly, carefully.
you know he won’t pull out for awhile, determined to keep his cum as far in you as he can, but he gently holds you close against him, the telltale flush rising to his cheeks, the tips of his ears. how he can go from the absolute animal he was just a moment ago, desperate to breed you full & proper, to the shy, embarrassed lover you now cover in sweet kisses is adorable, really.
“i think i’ve done enough exercise today, no need to go to mirio’s,” you tease, & he flushes even brighter.
“you did that on purpose, bunny,” he whines, but he doesn’t let you go, merely sinks into your kisses.
who could blame you, when it gave you sex like that? and who could blame you for cuddling him the rest of the afternoon, snuggled up to each other under the covers ? you were in love, & maybe a little sore.
no complaints here.
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