I’m sorry in advance for what I’m about to put you through, it’s just the way I see him.
(Warning: Period play, Blood play, Dubcon/Noncon.)
“Are you listening to me Tamaki?”
“Oh...yes,” he rubs the back of his neck “I am, I’m sorry.”
You flash him a smile and resume your story, his eyes try and stay glued to your face but they’re slowly making their way down your body. You’re fidgeting just like him, pressing your thighs together tightly, you’re probably really uncomfortable right now, he’s heard girls get antsy on their cycles.
His quirk was a double edged sword, sure, it was great he could use all these animalistic abilities in battle but at the same time they’d be burdensome during his daily life.
Like right now, the smell is overwhelming his senses, all he wants to do is pry your legs apart and dive right in. You’ve been on your cycle for three days now, each day the arousal has only increased exponentially, you were practically dripping pheromones.
“Yes?” He whips his head up “What were you saying?”
“What’s wrong with you, you’ve been acting so weird.”
“Sorry,” he hangs his head “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“It’s okay,” you giggle “I know once you start apologizing you won't stop so I’ll just forgive you right here.”
“Yeah...” he chuckles nervously “Sorry...”
Just a little bit, a little blood is all he needs. Two nights ago he was satisfied with pumping himself to the thought of your slicked up insides, but then the need intensified, he needed a fix, he was going to lose his mind if he waited another day.
It’s disgusting and vile, but Tamaki doesn’t care, he needs to get off somehow.
He slips into your bedroom while you’re away training some place in campus, he already knows you keep an extra key under the mat, hopefully you haven’t taken your trash out.
“Hey Tamaki,” you wave a hand in front of his face “I’m gonna’ go to the bathroom alright? I’ll be right back.”
“Oh okay,” he nods quickly “I’ll be right here.”
He already knows what you’re about to do in there and frankly he’s itching at the thought. Would anyone notice if he followed you? Would anyone notice if he slipped into the women’s restroom for a few minutes?
He’s already making a beeline down the hall.
He’s coated in sweat when he props open the door, luckily for him there’s only one pair of shoes he spots under the stalls, thank the heavens, he’s perfectly fine being U.A.’s biggest wimp, he didn’t need pervert slapped at the end of it.
He knocks on the stall door carefully, you answer right away.
“Yeah...it’s me,” he swallows harshly “could you-could you open up?”
“Why are you in here?!” You quickly gather yourself up and swing open the door “You shouldn’t be here, I told you to wait for me back at the lounge.”
It’s intoxicating, he’s so close to you, and look you didn’t even secure your skirt on correctly, he catches a glimpse of your panties.
“Please, please,” he falls to his knees before tugging at your skirt “I need a little bit, I’ll go crazy if I don’t have some.”
When he tugs off your skirt your panties come down with it, he stares wide-eyed at your fertile cunt, it’s right there, just for him. It doesn’t take him a second before he’s stuffing his face right in between your thighs. Tamaki was never one for violence but he has to hold your legs in place if he wants to finish his meal, and you weren’t making it easy for him.
“So good,” he whimpers “so good, more, more.”
You brace yourself against the stall walls as you feel his tongue wriggle it’s way in between your wet walls, you want to peer down at him with disgust but frankly you’d rather not see his blood stained face.
Screaming and sobbing don’t attract anyone, seems like this part of the dorm was vacant, great for Tamaki, terrible for you.
He looks up at you with knitted brows “I want more please, I’ve finished.”
“I can’t-” you choke out a cry “you already violated me enough! Let me go!”
What? But he only nursed on you a little, this much blood isn’t going to get him off, he needs more.
“Tamaki you can’t do that!”
He can, and he just did. With two fingers he pries your folds apart, it gives him a perfect view of your scarlet core, he nestles his nose right in, oh you won’t give him anymore yummy blood? He’ll be the judge of that.
“I have no more,” your knees wobble “please, you’re hurting me.”
“Sorry...” he pulls away “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to!”
You fall to your knees when you feel his grip around your legs loosen, you have a painful throbbing in between your thighs and you’re pretty sure you just plopped down onto a pool of blood.
“I’m really sorry...” he shivers “I don’t know why...I don’t..I-”
“It’s okay,” you breathe out “It’s okay.”
You don’t want to hear his stupid apologies anymore, they’re useless. All he does is screw up and apologize, rinse and repeat, you’d rather hear nails on a chalkboard to be quite honest.
“So that means tomorrow I get another taste?”
His eyes glaze over “Tomorrow. I get. another. taste.”
