Pro Hero! Tamaki Amajiki x AFAB! Reader
✦Quirktember Masterlist✦
W/C: 1060
Warnings/Contains: Quirk use: Manifest. Tentacles/monster-fucking, "fingering"
Months of reassuring Tamaki that you wanted this. Months of watching him practice his quirk (because he insisted you’d be grossed out). Months of building up his confidence in the bedroom. Months of research and looking things up.
Led to this.
The few tentacles originating from where his hand should be. Like fingers extending from his palm. One thick, wrapping all the way up your leg. Twisting from your ankle all the way to the tip near your folds. The other, shorter, coils between your wrists. Keeping them tight to one another.
“Is this okay?”
“‘Maki, we talked about this. I’ll use my word if I don’t like anything. I promise.” You can see the hesitance still lingering in his purple irises. “I love you, and I appreciate the effort you’re putting into this.” His cheeks turn fire hydrant red as he pulls his gaze away from yours. Trying to hide his face behind his unoccupied hand.
You reach your hands forward. There isn’t much resistance from his hold on you. Fingers tracing his abs, lowering to grip on the hem of his gray sweatpants. The simplest things still fluster Tamaki, but he’s learned to control himself over the years.
“Hey, look at me.” The gentle tug on his pants is not inherently sexual. He slowly lowers his hand. You reach with your free hand, his tentacle wriggling and squirming to allow your movements. Gently taking his fingers into yours. “I want you to do this. I trust you.”
“Are you really sure?”
You give him an earnest smile, “We’ve come this far, why stop now?” You look at him through your lashes as you bring his hand closer to your lips. However, changing your angle to place a sweet kiss against his tentacle around your wrist. He practiced a slime with the right texture. Enough for him to glide easily, but not enough to leave an icky feeling residue behind. You lick your lips with the stickiness they pick up. Salty.
You know he’s been turned on this entire time. The bulge pressing against his sweats is not lost to you. But you want him to make the first move, teach him that he can take control and get what he wants out of the situation.
He leans down to give you a quick peck. Immediately returning to deepen it as you chase after his lips when he pulls away. The grip on the meat of your thigh gets tighter. The suctions pull your skin like dozens of micro-hickeys, eliciting a small moan from you. You’ve learned the more vocal you are the more it encourages him. Never holding back any squeak or sigh or moan that wants to be known.
Another tentacle slowly wraps around your midsection. Careful not to squeeze too tight, but enough to feel confined. The tail end wrapping up between your breasts. His tongue dances with yours as the tip of the tentacle maneuvers to wrap around your nipple. Squeezing and flicking it with such precision. Your groans of pleasure surround his tongue.
Suddenly remembering the hem of his pants squeezed into your palm, you gently tug down. Sliding over his hardened length with tender care. Just enough to be a tease. Just enough to make him want more.
He makes a small noise of pleasure, pulling himself off you. Chest flushed to match his cheeks as he pants, “Tonight… is about… you.”
Your own breaths are hot and heavy, “That’s not… exactly fair. Is it?”
Instead of a response he reclaims your lips. His own soft and warm against yours. The slime left behind on your nipple is no weirder than saliva left behind from a lick. Causing a cooling of your skin against the air of the room. The breeze from the ceiling fan sending goosebumps across your skin.
You gasp as the tentacle on your breasts switches to the other side, small pops as the suctions peel away from your skin. Adding a whole new layer of sensations. Another tentacle feels its way up your other leg. Wrapping once around your thigh to lift and spread it. Leaving you open, vulnerable. The slide of ooze held stationary by the suctions. Gliding the smooth side of his tentacles across your folds.
Tamaki doesn’t stop tasting the sweet noises from your mouth. Keeping it hard for you to breathe around his lack of need for air. Sometimes using gills to absorb oxygen from the air instead of resorting to normal methods. Another adaptation taken from eating octopus.
Your combined stickiness makes for easy entry. The warm, wet appendage adding its own lubricant to the mix. You hate to admit how wet you are. How you can feel the throbbing of your heartbeat thrumming throughout your cunt. His thick appendage curling over on itself so that he doesn’t accidentally suction to your insides as he presses past your entrance. You know your safety is his top concern, but you honestly don’t care anymore.
“Oh! Fuck!” You finally break free of his kiss. Falling back against the mattress as you writhe with his movements. His slick length stretches your walls. Pulsing and undulating inside you with a feeling you can’t describe. Stretching you in all the best ways possible. Ways you never thought possible.
You’re a moaning, whimpering mess under Tamaki as he works you. Nipples hard and sensitive under the cool air of the room and the relentless teasing. His slick tentacle working your insides, inching further, deeper, pushing your boundaries. Hands now held above your head with the grip of his other appendage, pinning you down.
Just when you might think it’s too much, his suctions latch on your clit. Throughout your folds. Providing just the right amount of sensations to push you over the edge. The way your body clenches down on how he stuffs you full almost makes it painful… but all the more pleasurable.
His hand brushes away the stray hairs from across your face. Trying to come down from your high and he still worms his way through your walls. “‘Ma-Maki…”
“Y-yes?” His cheeks flushed and hesitant. Adoration in his eyes as he studied you, but all his movements stop.
“Need… more. So good. So so good for me. fuck” The more you sweet talk him the more he resumes his teasing of every part of your body. Always a sucker for praise. And you hope you’re in for a long night.