Switches & Spices

Chapter Twenty Eight

TW; (A/N): Lemonade, Blood, Kinky stuffs ahead. (Seriously, does anyone really care about TW's or should I stop specifying, let things be a surprise? I'd like feedback on this, readers! Plenty of kinky stuff ahead, rather not spoil exactly what. I'd still give warning for traumatic/severe stuff, but Lemonade can always include kink stuff. Don't ever be afraid to leave comments either, I adore each and every one!)

I think I genuinely love him, my Butterfly...

It felt like I was floating, weightless, my body so incredibly peaceful even with heat pulsing through me. Why did it feel so nice? I didn't want to move, fighting to stay in my warm dream, yet I could feel my body twitch off and on, the temperature steadily increasing. My heartrate was quickening, my breaths coming faster, that floating sensation starting to fall away as my awareness came slowly back to me. So swiftly twisting from a dream into reality, heat blazing through me.

A split second of consciousness before a quiet little moan left my lips, that heated sensation registered suddenly as pleasure, the slow drag of something wet and gentle ever so sweetly trailing along my slit, feeding within my core. Eyelids groggily fluttering, fingers twitching as I clenched, another moan escaping as the now-identified Quirked tongue of Tamaki fed in deeper, painfully slowly. Holy shit, I was on fire, so incredibly aroused from the leisurely strokes of his tongue, feeling a second heartbeat in my throbbing clit.

"T-Ta... ma... A-Ah..." I heard a low growl from between my thighs at my pleading, loving whisper, a sucker teasing at the bud, a torturously slow pull of suction popping free making me whimper. It wasn't enough to cum, and he knew it. It was both torture and at the same time, absolute euphoria. I hadn't been woken up like this before. Being used for pleasure, sure, but waking up to being pleasured... I was floating, nerves singing, the sensations heightening my infatuation, trying to gather where I was.

A bedroom? His bed... I was resting on my back, wings and the flesh between cushioned so softly on comfortable pillows, struggling to open my eyes further, though a slow curl of his tongue at my sensitive spot within made them shut again, head pressing back into the pillows with a shaky breath. Surrounded by his scent joined with my own arousal, breaking through the partial paralysis that sleep still had on me with a raise of my hips. His hands slid from my hips on up, skirting my sides before finding my hands, interlacing our fingers. Giving a slow squeeze as he continued to sluggishly pleasure me, and I gripped weakly back at his hands, a low little moan slipping out.

"T-Tama... Please, more..." I couldn't help the soft beg, feeling a subtle shiver coursing through him, though he loosened a moment later, keeping the exact same pace, a breathy chuckle making my cheeks tint. Was he planning on torturing me like this so fantastically all morning? What time even was it?

I struggled to lift my head from the pillow, a mewl coming from my throat as he dragged a line of the tentacle suckers along my clit, feeling each of them bump and flick the swollen bud. Stimulating it with each bumping nudge, my breath hitching in my chest as I clamped down on the remainder of his tongue, the sensation intensifying. So close, so fucking close, just a bit more.

Caught right on the edge, I moaned out in frustrating loss of the orgasm as his tongue stilled entirely within and against me, halted immediately, just before I could reach my end. I tried to move, to grind against him, another strangled sound coming from my throat as he chuckled and moved with me, not gifting any additional friction.

"O-Oh gods, Tama, I-I... Please, please let me cum, I wanna cum on your tongue, please!" Unabashedly begging for the need to have my blazing arousal soothed, eyes cracking open as they watered a little, gasping shallowly as he let me drop back down in sensitivity. I groaned in pathetic arousal, his tongue shifting again and slipping fully out of me, leaving me utterly empty.