Kinktober
Day Three | Thigh Riding | Tamaki Amajiki
Warnings; Smut, Sub! Tamaki, Degrading, Thigh Humping, Crying
“Come on, bunny! Let’s try it, just once!” You begged, your fingers wrapped around his wrist in a gentle hold as you pulled him towards you, “If you don’t like it as we go, we can stop and just cuddle. I promise!”
Tamaki looked away, flushed face as he let you guide him to your room with no trouble at all.
You’ve both had a nice sex life so far, going into many kinks and liking a few. But thigh riding, especially when it was Tamaki the one doing it, was something he’d never thought of.
It felt embarrassing, you were smaller than him and he was so slim and tall that he felt a bit strange about it. But you really wanted to try it and he couldn’t lie to himself much longer, he was a bit intrigued at the idea.
He let out a quiet squeak once you sat down on your bed, smiling up at him and reaching out to pull him closer to you.
“O-okay..” He whispered, noticing your excited smile and smiling back nervously.
Indigo eyes watched as your hands placed themselves on his hips, guiding him to sit down on your plush thigh and placing his hands against your shoulders so that he could balance himself.
“Whenever you feel like it, bunny.” You whisper, gently massaging his side, “This is about you.”
It was no secret that Tamaki hasn’t been having the best few days, not when his anxiety made him hard to approach and his friends have been a bit occupied.
A shaky breath left your boyfriend before you felt him begin to grind down on your thigh, almost unnoticeable if you couldn’t see the surprised look on his face and how his arms wrapped around your neck.
A quiet whimper came from him, his face digging into the crook of your neck as he began to speed up a bit. You could feel the heat coming from his face, the quiet grunts getting louder.
Turning into moans.
You smiled to yourself, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.
“Imagine what everyone would say if they saw a member of the Big Three fucking my thigh.” You whisper, hearing someone walk past your dorm room, laughter following.
He gasped quietly, back arching and a quiet moan leaving his swollen lips.
He‘s been biting his lip to muffle his noises, a bit of drool forming on his bottom lip.
“You‘d like that, huh? Everyone seeing the Suneater acting like a slut in his s/o‘s room.”
He gasped at that, hips jerking only for a loud groan to leave him. He was panting, whining against your throat.
You briefly felt his nose brushing your exposed shoulder before his teeth clamped down on the same spot, muffling his yelp when you jumped and pressed against his clothed cock.
You hissed at the sting from his bite, glancing at him to see him staring.
“You seriously liked that? You want everyone to know that a member of the big three likes humping my thigh like a dog?” You were sneering at him, watching him flinch and speed up his humping. A hum left your lips, “You‘d love that, wouldn‘t you?”, your hands were gently rubbing his side. The sudden look of shock on his face and tears beginning to form in his eyes made you shush him, gripping his hands and calming him down as he sobbed into your shoulder as he felt himself getting close.
“(Y-(Y/N)!” He cried out, “I-Im gonna-”
You didn‘t get the chance to tell him not to, his moaning getting louder before you felt a warmth through his pants against your thigh.
The dark look in your (e/c) eyes made his own widen, a flurry of apologies leaving him but it was too late.
You grabbed him and shoved him onto the bed, silent as you got closer to him.
He wouldn‘t leave for a few hours.