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Torture (Anxious pt 2)

**NOTE** this does reference part 20 (Anxious) but not so much so that you need  to read it to know what's happening. While this is chronologically following that one, it has different stuff in it.

requested in response to "anxious"

Word count: 1344

Established relationship Fem!readerXtamaki

Summary: You get home from the live panel in which you made Tamaki come in his pants and then gave him a handjob in the bathrooms. Is it even a surprise that Tamaki wants to make you feel good? Not to mention payback. ;)

Includes: Smut

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He presses you against the door, kissing you fervently as if he hadn't just come twice thirty minutes ago. He's a mad man. A mad man in love is probably what he would say. 

"Are you sure Tama"? You part for a moment, chests heaving, as you take a second to flick on the light switch.

"Sure about what"? His pupils are swallowing up his indigo irises as he questions you.

"About this- I mean aren't you tired"? You pull softly on the knot of his tie to loosen it.

"Never too tired f'you", he kisses your cheek and you slip his tie off over his head. "Wanna make you feel so good- mm".

"Okay baby, come on- let's go to the room", he nips at your exposed shoulder mid sentence making you stutter as you attempt to lead him down the hall. He whines in protest.

"Wanna fuck you right here~", he sounds divinely needy and you almost let him have your way with you before remembering how sore you had been the next day that one time you guys had done it on the floor of the living room. Not that he didn't always leave you sore. You blush.

"No can do, pretty boy". You drag him to your room as he gropes your chest, dick already straining at his slacks.

You fall onto the bed and Tamaki hovers over you panting. You reach up to unbutton his shirt but he grabs both your wrists in his one hand and pins them above your head.

"N-no. You don't get to touch". His eyes take on a hint of darkness that has your heart rate skyrocketing. You hum an acknowledgment.

"In fact", he says, gaining confidence; "I don't want you making any noise at all". He rolls his hips into yours. Hard. You arch your back, but your lips stay sealed.

"Good girl~" he smiles. "Now keep your hands there". His order is firm and you nod quickly, aroused by his dominance. You'd be writing down 'borderline exhibitionism' on your list of 'things that make Tamaki feral'. While you're lost in thought, Tamaki strips himself of pants and underwear, throwing them on the ground and rolling a condom onto his hard cock. His hands return to pin your wrists and he smirks –smirks– at you.

"You like making a fool of me in public"? He asks you, no hint of a stutter in his voice. Not sure if you're allowed to talk, you nod instead. His eyebrows lower and he bites the soft skin where your neck meets your shoulder. You whimper, biting your lip.

"Do you like embarrassing me in front of my friends"? He looks up at your face while licking a strip up from your bellybutton to your sternum. Why the fuck were his eyelashes so long. He had no right to be so attractive. You shake your head, no.

"Oh really"? He bites the skin on your hip and you gasp. His eyes shoot up and give you a warning look. Your hips jerk up when he trails a fingertip down the side of your torso, down to your thigh.

"Stay still bunny", he says, reaching a hand up to pinch your exposed nipple. "No bra"? He tsks but your brain is too filled with static to register the admonishment. He's such a fucking tease for this. You whine by accident and he almost glares at you.

"You want me to fuck you"? He patronizes you, breathing his hot breath over your clit. You suck in a sharp breath. You nod vigorously and he laughs at you. Where the fuck-

He starts sucking on your clit and you scream.

"Fuck"! Pinned wrists straining, you try to squeeze your legs together. He doesn't get mad at you for making noise but instead trails his free hand up your body to your open mouth and shoves his finger past your lips. You startle before settling your lips closed around the intrusion and sucking. Meanwhile, Tamaki is abusing your clit and forcing your legs to stay separated through the onslaught of pleasure. You moan around his fingers, your pussy clenching around nothing.

It's the most pleasurable torture you've ever experienced but Tamaki is never getting an apology for what happened on that panel. Tears of pleasure start leaking from your closed eyes as Tamaki repeatedly leaves you on the edge of bliss. Your brain makes sure to turn on to remind you that you made Tamaki –a very socially anxious person– come in his pants in front of, potentially, thousands of people live on TV after torturing him for a good thirty minutes with a vibrator in his ass.

You're now drooling around his fingers, making a mess and it hasn't even been that long. You're going to start begging. You have dignity for now but in ten minutes? Fuck dignity. Right as you think that Tamaki starts shallowly tongue-fucking you and you want to shout so loud that the whole neighborhood knows what this man is doing to you. Or more like what he isn't doing to you. Tamaki's moaning into your dripping cunt and you wish you could take a picture at the sight. If only your fucking hands weren't above your head.

After what feels like an eternity of Tamaki eating you out, he finally takes pity on your writhing body and removes his fingers from your mouth, crawling up your body.

"Don't cry bunny", he coos, kissing the salty tears from your cheeks. You whimper, raising your hips in search of friction.

"I want you- want you s'bad", your words slur, mind hazy. Then Tamaki kisses you. It's the first kiss on the lips he's given you in what feels like forever and you melt immediately, keening into the touch. And then he pushes into you slowly and you can't help the moan that leaves your lips. It's immediately swallowed up by Tamaki's mouth moving fervently against yours. It's not teeth heavy but instead slow and passionate. He wants to take his time. You reciprocate gladly, tongue moving in a gentle rhythm. Tamaki rolls his hip with the same languid movements, his thrusts deep and hard but slow, almost lazy. With the dusky twilight filling the room, bringing out the purple of Tamaki's hair, you almost forget that your hands are still rudely pinned to the mattress and try to touch your lover. Upon the realization that you're unable to, you scowl into the kiss and Tamaki lets out a husky chuckle against your lips. You bite his bottom lip in protest and he mumbles a curse word along with your name into your mouth, thrusting his hips harder against yours.

You don't want to admit how good this torture feels, how well Tamaki knows your body. He's made you cry, laugh, writhe and gasp out his name in the last hour. This boy will definitely be the death of you, you think as the need to orgasm starts crowding your mind. The fabric of his starched white dress shirt rubbing against your chest is driving you wild and you feel hot all over. You moan when Tamaki hits your g-spot and then proceeds to abuse the spot until your eyes roll back in your head and it feels like you're not in your body anymore and like Tamaki's body above yours is the only thing you've ever known and is all you ever will know. He fucks your through your high, spilling into the condom and kissing you like it doesn't matter if he ever breathes his own air ever again.

When you come down from your trip to, what you're convinced was, heaven, you feel Tamaki release your wrists and massage your shoulders apologetically. You let out a noise to get his attention and kiss him when he looks at you. You put your hands on his cheeks and push your tongue down the man's throat because if you and Tamaki truly are the 'filthiest couple' Todoroki knows then you'd better live up to the title.