Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Ignored

WC: 2719

"You're gonna come for me, okay, bunny?"

Summary: You demand Tamaki please you while ignoring him. Tamaki's frustration and humiliation grow until he can't hold himself back anymore. 

Includes: smut/angst

established relationship, F/M, Fem!readerXTamaki, aged-up, 

***DISCLAIMER: humiliation/degradation kink, toxic dynamic***

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"Make me come".

The evening air, crisp and cool as it drifts through the open window, is a stark contrast to the warmth building under your skin. You don't look at him as you give the command.

Tamaki does a double take, ears feeling hot.

"What"? He's been complaining for at least ten minutes about how you're not paying attention to him and you're starting to think he needs to be punished. Tamaki's stomach churns with embarrassment. Do you really not care enough to look at him?

"You heard me. Make me come and I'll pay attention to you". Your voice is low and unbothered. You're on your phone, texting or reading or simply scrolling Tamaki doesn't fucking know, but ignoring him? Definitely. It stings.

"I- um..." You can feel his eyes on you as he trails off, his gaze roaming over your t-shirt-clad body.

"Okay", he whispers to himself, settling himself between your legs.

He starts hesitantly, trembling fingers trailing up your thighs, eager to please but a little self-conscious. His fingers reach up over the smooth skin of your hip bone under your shirt searching for the fabric of your underwear. He doesn't find it. He looks up at you questioningly as heat rushes to his cheeks, but you're engrossed in something on your phone, not paying him any mind.

"Baby"? His fingers trace up your inner thighs, brushing along your folds. You don't respond. He frowns, rubbing his fingertips over your clit. You sigh. His breath hitches, but not from pleasure. Sinking his teeth into his lip, he presses his middle finger into you. He stares at your face but you don't even spare him a glance. He watches his finger disappear inside you instead, trying to feel satisfied with what you're giving him.

Tamaki's heart pounds painfully in his chest, each beat echoing with desperation. Is this what he wants? The warmth of your skin against his fingertips tells him yes, but the way your eyes refuse to meet his screams no. Every ignored glance digs deeper into his self-worth, carving out a hollowness that his touch alone can't fill. 'Why does it feel so good to be treated like this?' The thought whispers cruelly, shame warming his cheeks.

He finds a steady rhythm and adds his fourth finger, noting the way you clench around him. His eyes feel teary but he shoves his emotions down, focusing on you and only you. Always you.

Tamaki's lips tremble as they brush against your inner thigh, the salty tang of sweat mingling with the faint sweetness of your lotion. The slick sound of his fingers moving inside you fills the room, a reminder of just how needy and desperate he's become. His throat tightens, swallowing down the whimper threatening to escape as your warmth pulses around him.

He bites down gently in frustration, his teeth mark like a tattoo on your thigh, while he curls his fingers inside of you searching for that sweet spot. If he finds it there's no way you can keep quiet. He knows it. His breath quickens, fingers pressing deeper, harder as if the answer to his humiliation lies somewhere inside you.