Jingle Bell Rock played over the speakers of the busy mall, folks bustling in and out of shops and through the halls as lights twinkled overhead and fake snow draped the second level’s railings. You were able to catch small snippets of some conversations as you weaved through the crowd with your partner by your side. You glanced to the boy, Tamaki still clinging to your arm like a lifeline, his eyes cast downward and his head on your shoulder to avoid contact with the public. He downed a hat and sunglasses even inside the building, in hopes that no one would notice him. From hero work, or from his not so family-friendly nightly side job. Tamaki was a cam boy on the side. Always bent over in front of a fuck machine or just sitting with his legs spread with a vibe tapped to his cockhead, always for the lovely folks that watched his shows. And he enjoyed it! You often took the opportunity to tell him that he’s gotten more confident because of it and that he’s gotten more talkative and more socially inclined. And you meant it of course. Even as he was still face deep in your shoulder, muttering to himself and avoiding any oncoming looks, you knew that he’d gotten more confident overall, even if he himself wouldn’t believe you.
You looked around the rows of shops lining the huge halls, smiling at the popup stand owners littered throughout the building. You two wander for a bit before Tamaki suddenly tugs at your shirt, attracting your attention. You see him pointing towards a pretzel shop in the center of the space, glancing back to you with an asking look.
“Use your words, Tamaki.” You encourage gently.
He tenses a bit before bringing his arm back down to his side and speaking. “Can… Can we go get some food, bunny? P-Please?”
You grin and nod, leaning to kiss his cheek. “Of course, my butterfly. Thank you for asking so nicely.” You coo, starting to head over to the small shop.
You order for the two of you, handing Tamaki his snack and letting him choose where the pair of you sit. You make idle conversation for a good couple of minutes. Both of you taking small bites out of your food as you talk about nothing in particular. You’re almost finished with your pretzel when you start to look around the space again, eyeing up shops in your general area. Your eyebrows suddenly shoot up, a certain shop lit up in pink with lewdly posed mannequins in its windows. Christmas Sale! A large red banner running across the top said. Get something festively mischievous for that certain someone today!
“That’s a stupid sale slogan…” Tamaki muttered from beside you. He must’ve seen you looking…
“Eh… Stupid slogan aside,” You take Tamaki by his shoulder and lean in to hum against his neck. “Weren’t you already looking for some new… outfits for your show, baby? We could stop in, just for a second, and see if there’s anything you like.”
You could feel Tamaki tense again under your touch, a blush quickly spreading across his features, the boy letting out a small shaky breath at your suggestion. He looked down at his fumbling hands in his lap.
“Y-You shouldn’t talk about that… S-so loud…” Tamaki murmured.
He suddenly shot a hand to his mouth as you pressed your lips to his neck, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine and forcing a whimper from his lips, your partner squirming under your touch as you kissed up his jaw to his cheek.
“B-Bunny…” Tamaki gasped, his voice cracking as you wind your hand around his waist. “Y/N please…”
You grin and back off, crumbling the plastic wrapper you were previously holding your pretzel with and throwing it into a nearby garbage can.
“Come on then butterfly.” You tease, getting out of your seat and holding your hand out for your fiancée.
You couldn’t help a chuckle as he flusteredly stumbled out of his seat, taking your hand and using it to pull himself closer to your body, burying his face back into your neck and huffing.
“Y-You’re impossible, bunny…” He mumbled although you could feel his smile against your skin.
“I know, lovely. I certainly try.” You tease, kissing his cheek before starting to tug him towards the lingerie shop.
Tamaki tugged his hat farther down on his head as you two entered the shop. The space flooded in pink and red lights, mannequins were strewn about the room in various poses, all downed in skimpy garments ranging from robes to things that just looked like strings. You could feel Tamaki’s grip tighten on your hand, using the other to reach up and finally remove his sunglasses.
“It’s dark in here…” He mumbled, stuffing the eyewear in his pocket and taking a look around.
“You want to look around together, baby? See anything you like?” You ask.
Your finance paused for a moment, opening his mouth and closing it again, before casting his glance back to you.
“Actually… I have something in mind. I-I’ll be okay on my own.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, a smile slipping onto your lips.
“Well keep your phone on you,” You say, giving him a quick peck on his lips, “Call me if you run into trouble.”
Tamaki kissed you back before nodding. Promising to keep his phone close before shuffling off into the store. You keep a suspicious gaze following him until he disappeared behind a rack of various tops. With a theory brewing in the back of your mind, you turn and start milling about the shop, running your fingers along the lace hems of some of the clothing.
You wander about the shop for 5, maybe 10 minutes, making mild conversation with an employee and picking out a few pieces for yourself in that time. You fold the items for yourself over your arm, pointedly ignoring the price tags for now, and scan the room for anything that might catch your eye. A shimmer of blue from the corner stopping you in your tracks. You beeline for the item, your tongue between your teeth as the lingerie came into view amongst the dimly lit room.
It was a gorgeous three piece set, all in baby blue lace, white embroidered butterflies twirling up the stockings, panties, and bra. It looked almost ethereal. Something an angel would wear… You quickly snatched up one of the sets laid out to buy beneath the mannequin, gently laying it over the overs in your arm before pulling your phone from your pocket.
‘Doin alright baby? Where are u rn?’
‘i’m okay! changing room- #2 i think’
You look up and spin a small circle, trying to locate where the hell the changing rooms would be. Thankfully catching a sign pointing to them before you got dizzy. You repocket your phone and check through the couple of lingerie sets you’d found as you made your way over to the couple of rooms. You glance at the tops of the doors, numbered 1-5, all of them open except #2. You knock on the side of the changing room, adjusting the small pile of clothing in your arm.
“Butterfly?” You call, nudging the door open with your foot, “I got some more stuff for you to-”
You freeze at the sight of Tamaki downed in three pieced red velvet, the top cutting off just above his abs, white fluff trailing down the center of the top to cup his pecs perfectly. It almost looked like it would fall off at any second, save for the single tied string around his neck. The bottom, a skirt starting low on his hips and ending just below his ass, the same fluff trailing along the hem, standing out gorgeously against his toned, pale, thighs. Finally ending the show, red stockings squeezing just above his knees, and black leather garters keeping the socks in place. He was holding a pair of red panties up at his hips, suspiciously comparing the widths of the strings to his body, as he turned to look at the profile of his frame, his eyes flitted to you, and he froze.
You two stared at each other in silence for a moment. Just letting the faint sound of Mariah Carey taunt you two from outside the changing room. You watched as Tamaki suddenly seemed to come crashing back to reality, stuttering wildly and trying to cover himself, his ears turned downward and the blush spreading across his face starting to match his lingerie humorously well.
“B-Bunny! I-I- Oh no I-I’m sorry bunny I-” He stuttered, looking frantically around the room as if looking for an escape from your hungry eyes.
You stepped fully into the room with a grin, shutting the door behind you and locking it. You tossed the clothes you had originally brought to the side. Using your now free hands to start taking off your jacket.
“A present? So soon, Tama? Christmas still isn’t for a week, lovely~.” You coo, placing your jacket onto the hook bolted to the door, your hands moving to your pockets.
“I-I know that-” Tamaki squeaked out, now backed all the way to the mirror on the opposite wall, shaking slightly under your gaze, “I-It was supposed to… To be a surprise.”
You tilt your head in mock sympathy, still approaching him agonizingly slow, like a lion stalking a deer in the midst of the African savanna. You notice him try to inch one of his hands towards his normal clothes piled up on the bench at the side of the room. You quirk an eyebrow and slam a foot up beside his body, ripping an instinctual squeak from his lips and sending his gaze straight to yours. You leaned closer to your fiancée, watching as his lips parted slightly and he let out a small gasp, his eyelids falling heavy over his hues as his body tensed. You stopped just before your lips touched his. You were close enough that you could hear the way his breath shook as he inhaled and the edge of a whine as he exhaled.
“Tamaki.” You murmur, watching a shudder run through his lithe body, “Do you really think I’d let you leave this room after seeing you in something this delicious?”
The boy let a whine escape his lips, his voice cracking halfway through and making him squeeze his eyes shut. You chuckled lowly and finally connected your lips with his. Letting your boot slide down the wall to plant on the ground. Your body caging his in entirely. You let one of your hands trail down to the back of his neck, toying with the soft baby hairs that lay there as you kissed him, your pinky traveling to mess with the clumsily tied knot keeping the bra on.
“Decisions, decisions…” You purr, taking your lips away from his to instead start nibbling at his ear, “To take this expensive piece off and ruin such a pretty sight... Or…”
Tamaki whimpered against you. His breath hot and uneven against your shoulder as you slide your hand down his body.
“To leave it on, and see that poor cashiers face at how soiled it’s going to be when I’m done with you…”
Tamaki let out a high pitched whine, gasping as you shoved your knee between his legs. His legs were shaking, threatening to buckle at any second, that’s why you thought to give him a little extra support. You leaned in to kiss him again, one hand on his hips and the other in his hair, tugging his head back to expose his soft, unblemished, neck. You trailed smaller kisses down his jaw and to his throat, dragging your tongue and scraping your teeth against his skin, a growl rising from your chest as he reached to grab the back of your shirt.
“B-Bunny… I have… hah… I have a-a show tonight- You know they don’t l-like it when you leave marks…” Tamaki whined, a gasp catching in his throat as you grind your knee against his barely covered cock.
You grin against his neck and leave another kiss. The hand on the back of his neck trailing down his form, feathering over every graceful curve of his lithe body. Your gaze travels from his blushed cheeks and fluttering eyelids to just over his shoulder. Meeting your own eyes. You watch yourself smirk, your hands zipping to Tamaki’s waist and flipping him around to face the mirror. You hum in response to his embarrassed whine and lean to bite the shell of his ear gently.
“Don’t shy away now baby boy, I wanna see your face as you come undone for me…” You tease.
Tamaki shudders, squinting his eyes open towards his reflection, a whine leaving his lips. You hum against his neck and slowly slide your hands from his chest, down his exposed tummy, to rest on the skirt he was wearing, just in front of his aching cock. You take your middle finger and barely feather over the small wet spot forming on the velvet. Tamaki arching against your torso and into the mirror.
“B-Bunny- Please bunny I-I…” Tamaki whimpered, his cheek pressed firmly to the mirror and his eyes squeezed shut.
“What is it, baby?” You coo, licking a stripe up the back of his neck, “Use your words for me~”
Tamaki let out, truly, a pathetic cry to your words. Bringing his arm up to nuzzle into and hide away from your view. You merely took him by the back of the skirt, using it to pull him back flush to your chest, earning a squeak as he was forced to look at himself again. You keep your hand on the waistband of the lingerie, using your other hand to toy with the front of the skirt again.
“Tell me what you want, Tama.” You growl.
“I-I…” Tamaki’s gaze flits up and down his reflection, another shiver running through his body at the sight, “I w-want… I want y-you… Please…”
You give a condescending ‘aw’, pursing your lips and sliding your hand underneath the lingerie.
“But you can’t have me right now… We wouldn’t want anyone catching us, right baby boy?” You murmur, sliding one of your fingers over the head of his cock.
He opens his mouth to cry out, but you're quick to slap your hand over his mouth, muffling his plea.
“What’d I just say about getting caught.” You growl, taking your teasing fingers away from his cock, “If you can’t be quiet. We can put this off until we get home.”
Tamaki vigorously shakes his head from behind your hand. Pretty tears already welling at his eyes. You lift your hand enough for him to whimper out an answer.
“I’ll be good- I-I’ll stay quiet b-bunny- Please… Please make me c-cum I need it so bad…” He begs.
You smile and glance to the mirror, meeting his gaze through the reflection.
“God you’re so adorable…” You chuckle, flipping up the lingerie and taking his erection fully into your hand.
He immediately arches into your touch. Throwing a hand to his mouth and tucking his face into your shoulder as best as he could. With his face so close to your ear, you could hear his muffled whimpers and panting as he desperately bucked into your hand. You turn your head and kiss his forehead, taking the hand previously on his waistband and moving it to his cheeks, forcing his gaze back to the mirror.
“I want you to watch, butterfly. I want you to see my hand on your cute little cock.” You instruct.
He obeyed without resistance. Opening his eyes and keeping them focused on your hand. Letting little moans and choked begs fall from behind his hand, his nails digging into his pale cheeks as you stroke him agonizingly slow. You nuzzled back into his shoulder and let your eyes travel over your reflections. Tamaki’s chest pressed up against the glass blocked most of your view, but you were perfectly happy with watching the way his eyebrows knit together, the way his eyes blinked rapidly as he tried to keep them open, and the way his face grew redder and redder the more you teased him. You could feel him throbbing in your hand and the way his bucking hips were getting clumsier.
“My baby boy… Are you close already?” You murmur, Tamaki’s desperate whimper being answer enough, “I’ve barely even touched you. It couldn’t be because of the mirror, could it?”
Tamaki shook his head again, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you speed up your hand, leaning in closer to his pointed ear.
“Are you getting off to this, my love? Being cornered against a mirror, a public mirror mind you, all dolled up in women’s lingerie, and forced to cum for me? This couldn’t possibly be one of your little fantasies could it?” You tease, your tone sickeningly sweet as you speed up your hand even faster.
You watched Tamaki’s cock bounce in your hand through the reflection, his back now flush to your chest as he tried to push his hips farther into your touch. He was properly shaking now, with small tears trickling down his cheeks and his hand still firmly clasped to his mouth. He kept his eyes open though, always locked on your hand as you continued your assault on his dick, even as he squirmed and writhed under your touch.
“Do you wanna cum, my sweet boy?” You coo, speeding up your hand again. “You want to be a good boy and cum for me right? Do you want to spill all over my hand… Or maybe you’re so pent up you’ll finish all over the glass…”
Tamaki shakily removed his hand, just a bit, enough to let his moans free and enough to speak.
“B-Bunny… Bunny, please… I-I’ve been g-good bunny I j-just wanna cum please-!” He stutters, using his free hand to clumsily grab at your hip.
“Then cum for me baby boy… Show me just how much you’re enjoying this.” You instruct, grazing your teeth over his shoulder as you let him fuck himself into your hand.
You watch through the reflection as Tamaki tenses up against you, throwing his head back and screaming your name into his hand as he came. His cock pulsing in your hand as thick ropes of white splattered onto the glass. You watched his muscles roll and seize as his orgasm tore through his body, his hand on your hips tightening and his eyes squeezing shut. A string of ‘thank yous’ and mentions of your name left his lips like a prayer as he came down from his high, his hips still bucking into your hand as his body was brought back down to reality.
“Such a good boy for me Tamaki… You did so well for me lovely…” You coo, tilting Tamaki’s face to your own by his chin, giving him small kisses to calm him down, “I’m very proud of you baby. You did wonderfully.”
He whimpered into your words, finally able to turn back around and fall into your touch completely, indulging in your body and tender touches. You two stayed like that for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s company...
“Excuse me! The changing rooms are only for one person at a time!”
Oh shit-
